My mind yearns to fly,
Like the sparrow in the sky.
It used to wander as it please,
Before falling down an "abyss".
All thoughts converted
In poetry, I have reverted.
Hoping to remain undetected
By the Master, I instated.
No other channels are free,
Almost everywhere you see.
Misconstrued, misinterpreted
Misunderstood, unappreciated.
In hopes of concealment,
Poems are how I lament.
Here found no words of adornment,
Just my feelings at the very moment.
Misconstrued are my feelings.
Misinterpreted are my airings.
Misunderstood is what I thought.
Unappreciated, the rest of the lot.
Will fights go on forever?
When will my love be over?
The former, I hope sooner.
The latter, I hope never.
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