I miss the freedom I felt as a child
Excited for the next great adventure
What else could I learn of this place
Eyes sneaking peeks beyond censors
Searching for all of the answers
To all of my millions of questions
I don’t have time to look anymore
Do you have any suggestions
I can no longer search for myself
My freedom has been taken away
For now, I’m old enough to work
And there are bills and taxes to pay
The answers I seek are fewer now
But those answers are the key
That key goes to a mysterious box
And inside of it is me
I would go on another adventure
But I have been enslaved, you see
I wonder if I will ever discover
That being that I was meant to be…
Todays best new poem was written by Gerald H. .
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