free or what ?!

Freedom, i said FREEDOM !!!
I Wonder how free we can be and when did my freedom become an item that can be quantified?
Cause at the end it’s society who lets me know how free i deserve to be.
How come i have to « earn » it? Who am i buying it from?
When was it put on the auction bloc?

Feedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom or not ?

I find myself the slave of my quest of freedom, and that’s prettty sick.
Freedom is this thing that you don’t think about but can feel in the air, this beauty that leaves no place for comments.
Freedom is a new kind of wind. It must not be seen otherwise it’ll get stolen from you.
I must become the wind, and blow my clothed away, those clothes corrupted by this judmental world.
Those clothes that i thought i chose but that were dictated to me by fashion and addiction to please.

Can i be freed of prostituting my mind?

my so called dreams

I see the future, my future.
I see it different, bright, my dreams becoming reality.
I do not consider myself a dreamer, not anymore.
I am right in it, my dreams…not yet achieved i have to admit, and looking some days like nightmares.
But everything has now to be constructed, EVERYTHING.
I can start from scratches, i can do it all again.

But i must stay clear, active while patient, faithfull and inspired…otherwise it’s the end of me and my so called dreams.

I see who i will be and at the same time cannot, cause i am not yet created.
I am about to give birth to myself, and that is marvellous.