the freedom's junkyard...

freedom junkyard...
now, no more than a regular junkyard...
oh well, once in awhile the keeper comes in n sweep some dirt of his back...
leaving behind words that meant so little...
yet expresses alot of feelings...
yes...feelings...
in words...left behind by the keeper...
once in a while some stray comes in browse through the junkyard for something useful...
or entertaining piece of crap at least, but little does he noe that...
junkyard no matter how well renovated or cleaned is still a junkyard...
wasted words n thoughts left behind by the keeper...
for the freedom of the keeper, n others, if truly understands what the keeper meant all this time...
well, though full of crap...sometimes one may find something quite different from the other junk...
sometimes music flow softly through the junkyard...
sometimes wisdom of the keeper is engraved on this cracked walls...
sometimes sentimental echos can be heard as if the wind is telling something...
sometimes "emo" wave ripple across the vast wasteland...
sometimes..some trash note jz to make the keeper feel much better...
but when the keeper leave his boring junkyard...
to the world we all called reality...
he is no more but another man...
not the owner of some vast junkyard...
not someone with the freedom everyone dreamed for...
n words n thoughts cannot jz comes out of his mouth...
a world where everyone is bound to something...
something we cannot see...something we can only feel...
gravity...
from earth...
from other ppl...
from ourself...
to not let us dream...
to not let us speak...
as we all live in what we called reality...
but once in awhile...we see ppl who seemingly defy logic...
ppl we envy...
ppl with true freedom...
ppl we envy yet annoyed by their carefree thoughts..
cuz life to others is no more than to own things...
to impress...
to win...
but never to live free...
therefore the keeper created this junkyard...
to escape reality...
n yet not daring enuf to seek true freedom...
therefore he seek refuge in this wasteland...
to take a rest from the reality he is not daring enuf to defy...
this is the story of the freedom junkyard...