Free - Poem by sam magora
The world is a strange place
we always try to figure of why
but we try and try but i feel we are oly scratching surface
we always look at whats next why not try to look at why something is?
Why not stop and think about whats happening then trying to find something new?
But thats just my opinion sometimes it feels like your Suffocating we are always told we can live in a free country is it really free?
After all NOTHING IS FREE in this world anymore.
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