where's the freedom in these words?

I didn't even write them -not literally.

BUT FUCK YOU MATERIALISM because I chose them

in the true sense that matters,

not by their shapes,

because even if I drew them out

I'm just copying an idea of a lettr that makes a word none of us can agree upon the meaning for –

not really, anyways.

 

When does free will matter?

Only when blame needs to be assigned, really..

when your life has become such a dump that you

want to put it on somebody 

else's shoulders

because you dont take the

idea of personal

RESPONSIBILITY

seriously.

 

it's true but you won't accept that.

 

I hope you hate me for this,

or love me – 

being in the middle is unacceptable,

because that's boring and you're boring

and this poem became boring.