poem #5

A person knows what they like

Be it wrong or right

But bright people don’t feel

Fake or real

Just conceal what they know

And they just don’t show

Or go to that place

That they can’t face

In space

 

Then they fill the emptiness

And pray up high to be blessed

But messed up efforts leave a hole

A feeling that you’ve lost control

A goal has departed well and true

Small hope remains for a few

It’s due of course, I know I see

Those people can’t choose to be

At liberty