Freedom

Let me cut the ropes

you hang on

and see the impure side

of your masks.

I can let you go,

get lost.

I can read you,

only blindly,

but I can read you.

Now it is winter,

look at the sea,

I drew a line

where days don’t come

and nights don’t turn silence into fear,

go there in the second before time.

Your anger will show the way,

you got what you wanted.

Then tell me how it feels

to live with no memories

and be stuck in oblivion.

The dust of what you forgot

will agony,

but I cannot get you out.

So you run away

‘cause I am not what you found.