I could wake,
let it crash and fall
toss, turn & burn
every inch of my skin
till there's nothing left at all.
could lay and admit defeat
between the sun and his fleet
sink and drift for years,
wake up lost & never found
leave the good and drink the bad
but the cups empty and rolls on the floor
cause it's this taste of freedom
& it's not bittersweet at all.
Submission Name: Freedom
