Being Free

Walking out the house into the garage
Up the street in the distance I see a mirage
It makes me think about freedom and what it will mean Hopefully finding a wife and making her my queen
I yearn for love, happiness and good fortune
Wishful thinking gives me hope without contortion Because frustration makes me weary I’ll never succeed Hearing that finding true love is never guaranteed
For my desire for love is growing like a weed
That desire of happiness is what I truly need
For If I’m to truly be happy and live out my dreams
I dream of the day my wife can join my team Happiness, love and joy are the only three
Emotions I need to truly feel free

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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