Written By Jacob Ibrag
Overflow of control,
with the sun beaming down
your face and the rain beating all
over your body, you stand. No more a
product of society, no more a thug of the
online universe. You are free from the lustful
wire that gripped your neck since birth. To stand
was the only way to flourish, to stand was the only
way to beat the system. Running against the current,
against all odds, you are strong. You carefully turn to
the side and watch the others drown, they
had no chance. Live for them. Exist.
No More Strings On Me.
Painting By Jackson Pollock