I surprise myself in many ways,
Ways to hard to believe!
Ways that I can not figure it out!
Ways, that send me away!
For I have no idea what I write,
But the trips that I do find!
Words that take me far away,
From the past, and into the time!
A time where I can travel to,
A time that will never stop!
A place that freedom roars from!
A place that freedom rocks!
For freedom is where I go to,
Away from all of the cops!
For the things that I do, do in life!
Will take my freedom from the cops!
For what I do is a terrible thing,
But what I do, I want!
For no one can stop me from the things I do,
Not even a damn cop!
For I am not afraid to go to jail,
Only to go there and rout!
For the cops only want me dead,
From the things that I do want!
But as I write down the things I want,
I hope that you will too!
For freedom rocks in every jail,
When your freedom will only rout!
For there is no freedom in any jail,
Not even inside the cops!
For every cop will rout inside of them,
When they try to stop my wants!
But as I tell about my wants,
The cops will surely hate!
But what I want, I can not stop!
Not even the cops, can stop what I want!
Not even the governments, of today….
WRITTEN BY, I, ON 11/9/10 10:11:PM
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