Free

Just lying in my bed
Thoughts filling my head
Wondering how it would be
To be free

From all the evil
All the good
And from the things not understood
From all the stress
And the consequences of being less

From all the pressure
That I could never measure
From all the things that are expected of me
Some things I could never be

From the things that are hidden
And I could only see
And for everything that is forbidden

From all the worries
And fake stories
From everything that is real
With scars unable to heal

From endless reality
And all wrong finality
Form all the issues
And used up tissues
Wet with tears
That will last for years

From all the impossible
And things we fear
That the end is near

From all the things that are wrong
And the pain that lasts to long
From all the lies
And all the images of when someone dies
From the waterfall of loneliness
Having the thought of happiness

From realistic dreams
And what everything means
From the everlasting pain
And the pouring rain

From all the history
And everything that is a mystery
From the darkness of the night
And dreams filled with fight

From all the light
That is way too bight
From all the bad things
And all and sad things

From everything that exist in the land of Yale
To everything in a fairytale
From everything in this planet
And every false statement on the internet
I still wonder how it would be
To be free