The world is dark
Days are hostage
the movement is governed
disclosure is Stifled
and
universe is spacious
Spaces are gifts
but
Thoughts are sealed
Opportunity is available
And sight is freed
the slave is released
but
hearing is poisoned
desire is wild
the tool is here
Fingertips are ripe
but
performance is deprived
Comments
Nadira,
Great philosophy, thank you.
Ohnie,
Thank you for being here with my words.
In all souls, all tools are there for anything one wants to practice, but obstacles outside them, are what count.
I see a pitiful tale.
First, slavery.
Second, naivety.
Last, cowardice.
"desire is wild" - but seems to me not wild enough to assert its rights.
Therefore, deprivation appears to have become an excuse.
Hi, Fa! Not sure what are the thoughts behind each word.
I was just commenting on the feelings I get reading your poem.
Interesting, indeed.
I would have never been able to write like that.
Thank you for the privilege of reading your work.
anele,
Yes, so much true.
Jailing is a fate, even if one is tooled .
You comment like a flying bird enjoying the view from top. My mind goes around with your awaken speculations.
Bia! (no chats in prvt),
Thank you for reading.
The point is to draw your own conclusion and not to follow the hiding meanings.
The hiding meanings are self owned .
Thank you