One Thing Leads To Another.

I have been made a clown
I have been made a fool
I have been lost
No where to go
Thus, there is no use in running.

I have been walking only
I have been searching light
I have been made a mad
For me to believe in it
Thus, I would be away from them.

But there is no road now
There are only baloons floating in the air
Calling my attention
for they being colored and all the scenary black and white
I cannot reach, I cannot catch
Like a puppet made to be worn.

If I could
just fly away from here
If I could
torture every single part of their bodies
For them to feel what they do to me
Because just like this, they would know.
Just like this,
I would be avenged. By myself.
But I have to let fate to this.
At its time.

I have to let myself be hanged
for now
to be able to flee, embrace freedom once for all.