SLAVE

I want to bunch all my sorrows
on the bloody  tips of all hurled  arrows
wrap it in a nice flower wreath
and gift it to myself on my  last breath

I will be able to fly then high
without worrying about  all those WHY
and then reality look at me with those eyes
my hope for  freedom all there  dies

what can I say
Its all about my efforts to be brave
what can I say
its all about my efforts not to be life's slave