~the World~ Poem by Sarah Green

The fire burns,
so intense inside,
it yearns for freedom.

It wants out into the world it wants to have some fun,
the fire stirs
it yells as it is held back,
it can't come out there is no one here to say 'I love you' to.

There is no perfect soul here
there is no precious moments here where there is no home,
There is no peace of mind here always thinking of what I want.
There is no time to wander where we go away from what is going on now.

What can I do there are restrictions to the world that are always there yet the world breaks them every day, every hour, every minute, every second.
This is how it works here, it is not the way we want it, but it is the way it goes.