do you think
there’s life on Mars?
when you look up to
those endless stars?
do you think
we can live on the moon?
if life on Earth ends soon?
lets start a tavern
way up on Saturn.
would you say i’m a genius
if I could get to Venus?
let’s lead a platoon
all the way to Neptune.
the blur that is, that was,
the feeling of a lifetime
has been crushed
and battered,
beaten and bruised.
being told you have to choose
win or loose,
to tie your own noose
no.
no.
no.
i will not,
CANNOT
be told that i am anything less or more
then the person who i was born to be!
i am the sky
i am the earth
for all it is
and for all it is worth!
i will show you
and you will learn
to breath free
to sleep easy
to live!
as you were meant
to be
Original Poetry 