The Taste of Freedom

I forgot to grab my notebook in my haste I could use a napkin But I don’t like the way my pen Can’t write fast enough To get the thoughts out While they’re fresh I’ve been lamenting much About how I should have Could have Done this a long time ago Left this contract And

Won By a Whisper

Speaking louder than any screamScreaming from the rooftopsScreaming in the woodsDoesn't seem to resonateLikeScreaming behind the wheelDon't scream at your familyDon't scream at yourselfJust tell the truthAndOwn your heartUse words to speakYour mindEveryone will not agreeThat's OKThat's their rightBut so do youHave those rights tooSo use themIf you mightEncounter thoseWho force upon YouSomething feeling sort