We are trapped in time
When we are young
And thinking tomorrow will
Never come
We are trapped in time
When we are young
And wishing we were 21
Instead of 16 and no destination
We are trapped in time
When we are sitting on the back seat
Watching the clouds
Counting raindrops
We are trapped in time
Counting infinite days
Until we are old enough
To hold our own car keys
We are trapped in time
When we are young
Everything is so out of reach
And we feel trapped inside, trapped in time

Yesterday was Mother’s day.
I don’t know how mothers do it.
How they raise their children,
watch them grow,
watch them fail and succeed,
I think mothers have special gifts
they know certain things
they have a key to certain doors
they get tired but they can’t let their children go
They give their whole heart to love
They have a certain presence that permeates the atmosphere with love
Mothers are angels in disguise, they’re heavenly creatures,
All we are, we owe it to them

I want to fly away
just for a while,
I want to take the
road to sky.
I want to fly away
and be a feather
that falls slowly
down to earth.
I want to fly away
from home
just for while,
and I want to disappear.
I want to fly away,
but I have no wings,
no power to release
my soul.

I was awakened and it was sudden,
I had many thoughts, non pleasant,
I dragged my body out of bed
There was no choice, and nothing had to be said.
The wind was blowing outside,
I had no desire whatsoever
My mind was windy too,
I had to let go, I knew.
With all my carelessness
And the unpleasantness,
The sky remained a gorgeous pink,
Which made me realize_
No matter how I feel, the day will
Carry on; it will be rainy, cold,
And windy too.
So I made a wish.
I wished to be far from
My bedroom, out where
The sun would rise, and where
The birds would sing in disguise.
I would be alone, yet free.
Nothing to think about, nothing
To be ashamed of, just freedom.
But that was just a wish.
Maybe the day won?t be unpleasant.
Maybe things will go well, and maybe
My eyes will see
all the good things that surrounded me.

“The Road not Taken” by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing who way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling theis with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roades diverged in a wood, and I_
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Mom, I love you
because you give
me strength and
you make me
alive.
Mom, I love you
because you give
me a reason to
smile and look
for tomorrow.
Mom, what would
I do without your
arms embracing
me?
How would I go on
without you telling
me to believe me
in myself?
Mom, I need you
always. I need your
smile and your sweet
words to keep me alive.
Mom, I love you.
Me
I was born on
December 16th.
I’ve lived two very
different lives. I love
life because it is full
of greatness. If I believe
it is beautiful, it is beautiful.
I’ve made mistakes, just
like anyone else.
I’ve lost myself before, just
like anyone else would.
I’ve learned to love.
I’ve learned to respect.
I’ve learned that freedom
is something special. I’ve
learned that it’s okay to
make mistakes and it is okay
to be wrong.
I don’t like war.
I don’t like hatred.
I don’t like it when
people judge me by
my quietness. I don’t
like it when they don’t
pronounce my name right.
I don’t like the fact that there
is still discrimination and hate.
I don’t like inhumanity.
I’m still learning.
I’m still waiting
to find answers.
I’m still trying to
understand myself.
I’m trying to be me.
I’m trying to figure
out what my life is
supposed to mean.

There is not laughter in everybody’s house
There is not joy in everybody’s life
There is not happiness in everybody’s book
Some things are reachable
Some things are not
Some things are there
Some things are not
Sometimes there is joy
Sometimes there is pain
Sometimes life is just very vain
There is not freedom in everybody’s world
There is not love in everybody’s life
There is not kindness in everybody’s world
The world is not beautiful to everybody’s eyes
The world is not round to even those who seem wise
The world is not beautiful to everyone, and is full of lies

Imagine an ocean
With its waves
And the sound it makes
Imagine a child
Running through the wind
And laughing out loud
Imagine a place
Where you could walk into
And let your dreams come true
Imagine a place
Where nothing surrounds you
Just you and your soul
Imagine a world of freedom
And a world full of pleasure
With justice and peace
Now stop imagining and think of reality. If you’re near the ocean, can you get rid of all your thoughts so you can only hear the waves? Can you understand the laughter of a child and think of the importance of happiness? Can you get to all of your dreams? Can you be left only by your soul and no other being? Can you see a world of freedom with justice and peace?
Sometimes imagination works, sometimes reality won’t let it work. Either way we have to lead a life. Each one us holds something big on the way. Each one of us is capable of making a difference. We have to accept ourselves and our neighbors. We have to accept reality.

Even though the sky is not clear blue
Even though there is smoke and pollution
I still love it
Even though the roads seem endless
Even though the view is not crystal
I still love it
Even though the choices are little
Even though freedom is not a word
I still love it
Even though women are not given enough
Even though humanity is forgotten
I still love it
Even though there is no way beyond the mountains
Even though people are just characters without destiny
I still love it
With all it?s problems
With all it?s endless fallacies
I love it ?cause it?s part of me
I can?t change a thing
I can?t always be disappointed
So I have to love it