Minimalistic
Ballistic
My home
My love
My heart
She walks-
She walks
The light
It follows her every move
While others say
“Did you see
It’s all there
In my story.”
The world now lives
In a very real “status quo”
A newsfeed with anything but news.
Everyone’s soul is for sale
I
I pulled the plug
I cut myself free
Freedom is peace
My soul
My home
My love
She walks
And the light follows
Her every move
And in the night –
(for her eyes only)
We have no stories to tell
No souls to sell.
-regardingsamuel.com 
