Hidden Chapters in a Brown Leather Book

Here I am, this is me,

Who I am is not what you see,

But everything is here in this mind,

I pick up memories and get left behind,

This place can seem like a desert island,

A single tree surrounded by sand,

Outside this world of mine is society,

A land of people who think they are free,

Within that world we can see,

The thorns of life that dig into our skin,

The crashing waves of drowning sin,

So here I am with ink and note,

Throwing a message in a bottled boat,

If you feel like your world is falling,

Here’s my card. I am calling,

To save you from what you think you have done,

This part of me, Final - Freedom