Free...

No where to go, nothing to do...
No one's waiting for me, I'm waiting for none,
Not a destination in sight, an empty endless road ahead,
No wishes, no fears,
Just me, myself and I,
And my dreams...
Dreams that will remain dreams.
Photo credit: brokenverses.blogspot.com

6 Comments:
good luck..
nice one.You write well.
lonely, how do you call
yourself, when you can fall
you always have me
look up and you can see
now stand up and beam
i am it.. i am your dream
Cute beak, Conman ;)
nice Poeme Conman
It is not a poem.
Man...
They are just different sentences.
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