Letter 2B

the simple space between placement, can feel so distant.. & make dull of the elated, but be brave because time is fabricated, and really non existent.. & don't tame who you was.. nor blame it on love.. cuz even downfalls are what change is made of.. though it comes in stages.. & I've bared witness to plenty ugly rages.. but nothing tops the tear drops of those locked up in cages.. makes me wanna do the time for you.. Are those the notions too? I've become emotional to crime, is it cuz I'm crying.. for you? Is there justice in a verdict, by the judge who hasnt heard it? Lawyers twist your words & isolate the undeserving. & I swear it breaks my heart.. Cuz they'll convict a loving soul that's been gifted in the arts. It truly makes me wonder.. if we're ever really free out here, or just another number.