How do I see, when not to flee?Like plants and trees do thrive as free,If I'm not me, then what to be?Thoughts so far, do I disagree.The clock may chime a ticking time,Freedom to say the things I want,Approach and tell, not well so fine,Express and say but not to rant.Have I really defiled my right?Or the fact I see none but light?Clearest to thee but a blurred sight?Null and dull, I can't seem to fight.Each person hides under their masks,Own worlds revolve around their core,Having left out because of tasks,Rest and Relief what I look for.