A Promise To Be Free

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To laugh like no one's listening 

And dance like you're unseen 

Like a rockstar; singing, 

Freedom is expressing,

Unspoken words

Clean.

Alas!

We live

In a fortress

Of critique and commentary.

We breathe a suffocating air,

Our mute heart, a secret cemetery.

Will this life set us free?

Change from the mundane ordinary?

For the creative expressionism

Breaking silence solitary?

This promise?

Arbitrary!

Today's OctoPoWriMo 2015 prompt was "Life Changes"

This poem was created by counting syllables. It flows on a pattern of 6,5,4,3,2,1 and 1,2,3,4,5,6.