Inner peace

proclaims proudly he is proud, he is on a cloud and is never going to step down, always holding his head up accompanied with a frown, a dislike, a fight with his inner light, blind in broad day light, days to nights he fights, so he just might, meditate to figure out his fate, life mistake, lost in the lonely lake, he sits alone and sedates, alone with the moon he waits, the forest breathes, inhale exhale fog rises like a ribcage, caged in his own temptations, peace is only in meditation, moon falls as the night drifts, fades away into a new day, he sits and meditates, om is the word of praise, the days suddenly crumble, he separates from the maze,he laughs at the puzzle, he finds tranquillity in this state, his only saving grace to this plague, he discovers time does not exist, he begins to live

I want it so bad

What do I want so bad,
the life that no human beings would dare to have,
to retire by 30, what a luxury
a true meaning of wealthy,
because I never want to struggle ,
to get out of this economic consumer cycle,

To learn french,
to see where life and death begin,
to free myself from societies stench,
to peak into my soul and find the origin,
to free my mind everyday, to live every second like it was my first
and last, to be free, that is all I ask,

That is the task,
the road ahead is hard,
imagine to bask,
in a beach very far,
to not wear a mask,
not needing a car,
just freedom to drive me,
that is where I want to be,

I will do my best to be free,
loosen and free myself from these chains,
cuffs, no sense in wishing for luck,
just an escape plan,
I want it so bad