From My Poetry Diary - "Free"
"Free"
I'm a private eye.
Trying to keep track of everything.
The truth gets even more enlightening.
As I progress, it becomes increasingly enigmatic.
Into the psyche's depths.
It's the story of a psychopath who has lost his way.
It's so simple to lose him.
When you're in the desert, you have to be creative.
You're under the impression that your eyes and legs are connected.
Are you quick enough?
You're unqualified for this position,
Despite the fact that you continue to believe.
But he is aware of it; he can sense it.
When you become disoriented as a result of.
When he's not working, that's when he's free.
I hope you enjoyed it.
Claudia