Times are hard.
Things are changing. We are complaining.
Always feeling controlled in a box of the Orthodox,
like Pandora's Box.
We are the only one's that have a key.
To open the unknown and what we can't control,
for our souls are seeking to be found. To find love,
A soul mate.
To move on without control to be free.
To be really me.
But like I said we are the only ones that have the key set us free.
© Wilson's Best