The Optomist

I do not care, they think I'm crazy.

Intellect is far from lazy.

The lies once taught now shown untrue.

The seeker seeks for what to do.

The hope won't die, the dream must live.

This tender heart has love to give.

Be kind, speak true. Don't mind the pain.

Have faith your efforts arnt in vein.

I'm tired of fear, of censoring me.

My thoughts, my spirit I'll set free.

This poam I write for reasons mine.

If you don't like it, that is fine.

The freedom that my heart does seek.

Will not come easy if I'm meek.