Break Out

Life drags on as time passes us by.

Just as the busy hussle and bussle of lives

Revolving around money leave without us

Who have ideas for a more simple life.

How many stop to ponder the ways of the world

Or enjoy their numbered days? Our selfish

Pleasures take hold of too many these days, trapping

Us in our bubbles to be popped when economy drops

Again or when our mates discover our affairs.

So just when will we wake up and enjoy the

True parts of life and begin to think.

Love's Freedom

What of star-crossed lovers? Can love truly be held? Like the wind, hearts are an eternal

free spirit. May fate be the certainty that tames the passion of affairs immortal.

Rough winds sail young love to the four corners,

Testing the limits of hearts unwilling

To be joined with the cause of the mourners

Who weep at the lost freedom unyielding.

The sun shall never set on one's true love

So that it may stay with it's beloved.

One shan't capture love so pure like a dove.

Hearts shall flee from death to thee so rapid.

Through hardships the heart shall find it's soulmate.

I pray thee my darling patiently wait.