What’s up with that?

A galaxy full of stars,

Am I unusual,

A movement so big,

A fuel that’s useful,

I don’t mind being broke,

All I want is to be free,

I don’t think it’s a joke,

When people say,

I just want to be me,

I crave a story with a punch-line,

Almost unbound in endless times,

Stop this nonsense from beginning to end,

So much violence among enemies and friends….

Read more of the poem at my blog like2read

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