Freedom, a must.

Rip apart
The membrane
Right below
My skin
The layers
One can't see
Or touch,
But are
Felt within

And hold me
Naked
In your lap
And tell me
That i'm free
Free from
All beliefs
All theory
All perception
Free from
Doubt
And self-doubt
Free from
Self created
Sins
To begin with
And then from
All the crowd

And feed me
Bread
From the hills
So high above
That they touch
Heaven
If there is any

This is just poetry
And thoughts
And visions
That many
Wouldn't understand
But me

Hold on a second

This must mean
I am free.