Fences below my yellow

Rise a fence, if you wish so.
Take a scheme and live in it.
Instead, I will fly above it.
My freedom, your jails.
If you cut a connection,
I build a thousand bridges
If you refuse an evidence,
I will feel it harder.

Let the life flow alone,
let the senses be the guide,
feelings drawn in yellow,
shameless words depicted.
Meaning is lost for a while,
until the new cloud is gone.
Memory and promised shapes,
I just keep walking on.

Wait and live the moment,
enjoy the sky and just fly.

.the.Hive.