13-02-2026
Body still,
pushed up by the earth.
Free will,
contemplating my worth.
Slowly sinking,
until I see the stars.
Touch the blinking.
The thousands are all ours.
Everytime during an ordinary stroll,
I am distracted by interesting sights.
Something pulling on my being as a whole,
and suddenly I’m flying like a kite.
Reunited with the dirt.
The tide slowly consumes me.
Water starts to soak my shirt.
Is this what it means to be free?