Free to Be

Free to be, at last to see, the clouds surrounding me lifted with my spirit to a place where a smile is upon my face, reflecting the light after the fight for release, and peace to surround the insanity that dwells within me, denying me that which I want to be, when all that I see is the profusion of the confusion clouding my senses, distorting the lenses of eyes that look upon a world gone mad, making me sad to a point where all I need to be is free.

Kindamagic Kindamagic
36-40, M
2 Responses Feb 13, 2009

It'a a mad, sad, bad world out there. You just gotta love it. hehehe

Celebrating insanity...