I move forward




While cities sleep I always roam this place.
Never lost or misguided I am free;
The others see the smile on my face.
I enjoy this life, as it's meant to be.
Restricted paths never lead anywhere
Freedom is what feeds the open minded.
My destination isn't here nor there;
In plane sight, i'll know it when i find it.
For some, security is what they choose
Safe behind walls, they judge the world blindly.
Life is not consumed, but meant to be used.
Don't heed fear, we interact so kindly.
This gift is not to be taken lightly
We live based on what is, not what might-be..







My sonnet is in reference to how I live my life, and how I see some people missing out on the chances of which they wish they had taken. The form of a sonnet makes it difficult to write something which flows easily off the tongue  As most examples I read all were of more story like then poetic like. With such a volume of information being given, the tone can be altered line by line. I think this did make me view each line numerous times until i found the proper way to describe what i was feeling.