Liberty
Waking up to weary mornings, Lieing clueless on my bed, Grabbing courage to meet the day, Future, still so scary and vague. Trapped in a turmoil Between what I need And what they expect And I won't let them win. Job, marrige, children Adult life is a havoc Oh! How I long to elope! Far away from this filth. Customs make life a hell Do this, do that Thoughts so sterile And Deeds like machines With no means of generativity. Forced to follow than to lead, They labelled us : "Frailty thy name is womem". Cheap hypocrisy. Speak up! They call you rebel Bow down! They can you frail A night stroll on the streets With no staring eyes around Happiness is in this Liberty And Liberty is indeed the solace. Do what you like Take blame for your falls And enjoy all your wins. Life, too short to wait Till freedom knocks at door.