I Fantasize About Being Free
I fantasize about being free, absolutely free. This fantasy of mine lives inside me for many years now, and it drives me insane. It drives me insane because I can’t be free. I have to work the job that I hate, and I have to work among those who I hate from the bottom of my soul.
Why do I hate them?
I hate them because they are bad people. They like to stab others in the back just for pleasure. They suck up to the bosses, thinking the bosses care about them. Are these people so stupid they do not realize they are, as am I, just the slaves of a corrupted system? It seems they are.
But while they don’t have any dreams or fantasies, I do. I fantasize about exploring this big and beautiful world. I fantasize about living life to the fullest, breathing the fresh air, and living without any worries in the world.
Unfortunately, that will remain just a fantasy. I don’t dare to leave the job I hate and wander off into the unknown. I will remain a slave of the corrupted system, work some meaningless job, get paid in peanuts, and die eventually.
Rare are those who get to live their fantasies. Maybe I will be among them one day. Maybe…
Poetry of Peace
Peace is a piece of fiction
Something most desire
But the few don’t allow
They bathe in the tears
Of a billion innocents
They bathe in blood money
And devour the souls of the innocents
Peace is something we all want
But peace is something we’ll never have
For the wicked will never allow us
To live out our lives with smiles upon our faces