iN A NO, MY, PERFECT WORLD
ALL i DiD WAS PRACTiCE ART
THOSE WHO DiD WOULD EVEN BE CONSiDERED SMART
JUST FLiNGiNG COLORS WHEN THOUGHTS WHiRLED

i HAD NO NEED TO BE SMART
MY SURROUNDiNGS WOULD BE CLEAR OF TROUBLE, AGGRESSiON, AND FEAR
NOTHiNG COULD OR WOULD TEAR ME APART 

i LIVED FULFiLLED WiTHOUT SHAME AND FEAR
COULD EXPRESS EVEN MY DARKEST, HiDDEN DESiRE
AND iF i WANTED, i'D SET MY SHEETS ON FiRE
iNTiMACY NOT ELUSiVE BUT HELD DEAR

MY iMAGiNATiON WiLL NOT FULLY FiRE
i'M TOO ROOTED iN THE HERE AND NOW
TO FANTASiZE ABOUT UTOPiA, i DON'T KNOW HOW
PLEASE, FOR UTOPiAN iDEAS, YOU'LL HAVE SOMEONE ELSE TO HiRE

A poem about hidden desires of a world without fear and with possibilities to express oneself freely.

Serie: [ SEELEN|TEXT.] straight from the heart.

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your opinion?

i'm curious.