Freedom

I have no signs on my back,
I can fly beyond the plains,
getting rid of my commitments,
thus returning to the chaos
of myself...
I may cry in a public place,
and nobody would notice
that some things can hurt me...
I may cry out my in satisfaction
on not being understood
on my destiny
on my infinite expectations,
and, yet, I may smile at everybody
as a compensation.
I may talk about some people’s loneliness
I may be other people’s absence
But nobody will ever know
how lonely am I ...
I can come and go
without further explanation
like the rain that is now pouring down
free... cold... absolute.