A distrust

Is it true that we can’t talk?
That we can’t explain ourselves,
In front of those that we have forgotten,
As our friends or family.

Is it true that we can’t live anymore,
That we are obligated to be the person,
Who we chose to be when in childhood,
Or is it true that we can live.

When we do what we want,
As we can free ourselves from the,
Thrust of the world,
That as we all know is created by humans.

Can we free ourselves in order to be like a person,
Who never knew of the world,
Just like a child that is free from,
Obligations and free to be happy and,

Be able to live in happiness and to,
Never think about what comes next.
Are we able to free ourselves from this,
Dominated feeling about staying at the same place,

Being controlled by fears called rules, money
And above all fear itself.
I think we can.