We punish brains that are not used,
we insult hands that do not make.
we need the feet that ground our roots,
and we live on fools that take.
But we lock the dreamers and we lock the hearts
the ones who grasp our minds.
and we hide them, deny them and tie THEIR hands
and set them free "in due time".
Well I say go, and I say fly, and I say take the risk at hand.
Forget the ones who tie you down, and take the final stand.
Love will set you free, they say, and time may only heal,
but the sunset of the creative mind will make the mind reveal.
3 years ago