Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy
He sat on an elevated chair
Screaming at his subjects
Feed me
Alas the king was a child
Tag: fiction
Freedom
Wandering soul
Where do you wish to go
Who of all
Told you that you can do so?
Freedom is for fools
And so you chose to be free
Cut these ties away from me
Fools
Our dreams were so big
They thought us fools
Our path was so new
For their old tools
Yet we pave a foot after another
And we create new dreams for others
To follow
For they think their dreams are too big to come true
Lost and Found |Short Poem
Somehow
You forgot how to fly
You believed it was a childish lie
And you buried your wings apart from your heart
Fairies
They led me behind a broken barn
They showed me all the things they have done
Creatures that looked like smoke
Stranger Paths 