F R E E

Since I left this place,
My thoughts have been misplaced.
Life seems like haven’t changed,
But a taste of different,
It is all over the place.
Lost in control,
It is not longer the case,
Who does care?
What I have to say.
Distant observer I tell myself.
I question my life,
I question the existence of myself.
What is the reason to be a human been?
Freedom from the heart,
Freedom from this land I seek.
I feel so disconnected of everything,
When we have been connected to earth.
Another stronger feeling, I felt
To pass away, and let myself
To become something else,
Or should I say someone else….