It was our initial time of freedom
Beneath the chestnut tree
Our words gone unheard
Our actions surreptitious
Releasing our desires
That were restrained for so long
In this world of hatred and power
And pure obedience
And even if they were watching
So what of it?
We were destined for distance
And death in the end
And to never feel the same about eachother again
Because eventually we would be captured
And become ultimately conscious
That two and two make five

~ Written 16th December 2013 ~

(Based on 1984 by George Orwell)