I can go wherever I want to be
I’ve paid the price
Of suffering and all your costly lies
I can smoke
I can drink
I can rome
I can wink
At whomever
I want
I am free
Thought I was free,
But it was just my mind
Playing tricks with every tick of time
How can I be free of your kind?
Thought I was free,
But I still see you in strangers
Oh, should I fear
Being free?
I see your silky black-brown hair
Thought it was you
I took a step ahead from my lair
But it was not you
Thought I was free
Free of these obsolete views
I sipped my heavenly drink
Heard your voice from the next door
My mind did the math
My heart was racing
Toward virgins and death
I was pretty sure the voice was yours
But ‘twas another’s
I still hear you in strangers
Thought I was free
Free from your mixtape
Inside my head
Until one day,
When I’m sane enough
To see the day as it is,
One thing I know:
Illusions often ask the beholder,
“Tell me what will pleasure you.”
You name it,
And it will give you
Such prettiness you can adore.
You may be proud to call it
A beauty all day long,
But it’s just a mere beauty
In disguise — it is ugly.
True romance
Feels better
When the sky is clear
And the hill is not foggy.
Hence, every truth is plain to see.
Illusions only give pleasure
To the hearts
That don’t know
What love is.
2019
(rome — v. coined by me: to move freely in romance; to wander with affection.)