On Freedom
You wanna know what I think?
I think we’re born free,
and sold into slavery.
I believe we have the right to choose,
but no right to dictate the choices.
I wanna love everything and everyone,
if only to balance all the hate in my heart.
I understand I’m a prisoner of my own devices,
and some of your devices too.
I feel like I’m drowning in sand,
and it’s spilling through the needle-narrow neck of an hourglass.
I fear there’s nowhere near enough time to do the things I need to,
but there’s too much time for the things I want.
I yearn for peace and quiet,
while running riot and screaming my head off.
I know nothing about everything,
a little about some things,
and this bothers the hell out of me.
I accept it all,
and this is what sets me apart.
I think we’re born free,
and sold into slavery.
I guess it’s just the drudge in me.
First draft: 140425
Published: 231116