Turning away from the midnight Waiting for the sun to rise again After a long time, I sit to write It's tough, but I will hide the pain No, I was not trying to save the world As I am no soldier, nor a saint Caught up in the wind that whirled It was enough to keep me faint Days went by in the work Nights in the telephone calls But I didn't smirk Wanted to break down the walls No lack of ideas, no writer's block The doors inside my head were bolted As if I was in some kind of shock I am out now, much I revolted! Tied up in a room with walls and roof Locked up for nothing I've done For freedom, broke down the walls Here I am happy under the sky and no roof! Photo by Tevin Trinh on Unsplash
Sit, Read, and Relax!