It has been said by, I do believe Robert Frost, that free verse poetry is like playing tennis without a net. Not sure, but whoever said it, I like
it.
So here I go playing without a net.
Don't let this world take you down.
We are only here for a short time.
Why are we bickering about this and that?
What does it matter?
Just take off that hat, and your mask as well.
I see you hiding over there.
Are we all simply cowards,
hiding behind our devices?
I'm guilty as well.
Living.... but not living.
Feeling..... but not feeling.
What an illusion that has been created.
Are my strings being pulled?
Are we all just puppets in the grand show?
If we are, well let's cut the strings.
Don't let the strings tangle you up.
We can all be aware, and open our eyes.
We can also live and love,
and be free in our minds.
~nat~
edit on 28-1-2013 by natalia because: (no reason given)
edit on 28-1-2013 by natalia because: (no reason given)