Good poetry can communicate
Fugitive by baye baxoonima elghazalli
I'm a fugitive
I had just escaped from captivity
And now I am hiding
From that which had enslaved me
Free in the air like a nitro gas
Is my toughts of another life
My world in whole in another part
Mr fugitve is another mine
The only thing i have is me
Hiding from the world of reality
I dont wanna sin,I dont wanna be
All I want is live in free will
Seems the world was made to be this
The one I dont see but I beleive
He is my problem and its solution
He is the solution to my problem
He is almighty,one and only
Fear to beleive,fear to see
What I see scared of it
Devil may be making what I see
Even I know I'm a fugitive
I know I'm not ready to live
I am free from childhood thinking
Wish i never did free from my captivity
The world is a fugitive camp
Does anyone seem to understand?