Monday, December 8, 2014

Borders

Expired passports along with scribbled notes of numbers and letters upon scratch paper lay still

Spent documents and expired visas are wasted, meaningless with real consequences

I wonder what happened to our freedom to roam without borders, laws and permission

A time without money, security and loneliness

A time when only nature was cruel and indifferent

Now it's written upon paper and enforced

No longer wiped away by the wind and sea for a fresh start, but engraved in stone and imposed on us for the price of a soul


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