I live my life dispatched from reality,
Confused, distant, but generally happy.
I do have friends, I stick to a group,
But silently I am in my own little loop.
Softly I tried that fine little line,
Tapping my feet, keeping the time.
When an odd note falls, I quickly fix the tune,
Collect my thoughts, and hide in my room.
Passing the time until the note is forgotten,
The memories rotten, and cast away.
I really like the rhyme in this, the title gives it away both free and enslaved, living with the value of being able to do so much but restricted by collective ennui. The message is Universal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Poet of the River! (Nice title!) :) I enjoyed this write, as well as several of your others... You have talent... I will enjoy watching you grow with it. Nice Ink! ; -) -Kelly.