Dreams, Obsession and Freedom

I once had dreams of being a beautiful poet

Those dreams were dashed & divided like a million stars

In the night sky I had wished on again & again, sparkling and broken

I have no regrets, for I know it takes losing everything you thought you needed to know what true freedom is

I was always an unusual girl, one with a chameleon soul

No moral compass pointing due North, no fixed personality

Just a hunger for knowledge as wide & wavering as the ocean

And if I said I did not dream for it to turn out this way I would be lying

For I have an inner-fire for every experience & a life-long obsession with freedom

I was born to be this way