Make One’s Freedom

Thanks to Peter for this free form!

Fallacy
Sometimes
Lingers forever
Measured inaccurate
Misunderstood
By a lapse
Of mind

Wish
Yearnings
Wanting things
To come as we want
No challenges
In the end
Lost

Peace
Tailored
For our souls
All but a futile fantasy
Leading away
From our
Goals

Time
Of choice
Waiting for one
Misled by imagination
Never it comes
Deprived
Dried

Yet…

Mind
A factory
Producing ever
Thoughts by will to act
For a makeover
To change
Life

Action
An essence
To shape oneself
For wish, peace, time
Create new future
To challenge
Refine

Forever
To develop
Manage and take
Debate on what comes
Draw one’s lines
Think, make
Freedom

Tags: fallacy, peace, poem, poems, poetry, poetry blog, poets, poets corner, shape, Thought