Category : Poems

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Some choose to be the noise in my life 
When I seek peace.  
Some choose to be the hope
 I no longer need.  

Some choose to be a lie
 That I can't tolerate.
 Some choose to be music
 I don't like at all.  

Some run me, 
Some hurry me.
Some rush to leave, 
Some are already gone.

  I go at my own pace, 
I sing in my dreams.
Only the sun's rays 
Can hit my skin.  

 No need to hurry, 
I prefer to go alone. 
 Don't worry,
 I'll be safe in the end.

I need the freedom to write,
 I need to feel real life.
 I need the caress of the morning, 
I need to go through my own story.