To Be Free, Is to Be, Not See
WHO SAID YOU COULD DO THAT?
Most would not question, "Of whom does it matter?"
Trembling inside as in a trap,
Wanting, but unwilling, to not be like fodder.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING THAT FOR?
Most would not assert, "Because..."
Meekly accepting and being tore.
Wanting, but unwilling, to not be like fuzz.
WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?
Most would not retort, "Of places you are absent..."
Redirecting the path without knowing,
Wanting, but unwilling, to not be like lint.
WHEN WERE YOU GIVEN PERMISSION?
Most would not reply, "When I became..."
Deeply accepting dangerous tension,
Wanting, but unwilling, to not be like a cane.
WHY IS IT TO BE THIS WAY?
Most would not retort, "It is of my desire..."
Loosing faith and forgetting to pray,
Wanting, but unwilling, to not be like a doused fire.
WHO, WHAT, WHERE, WHEN, AND WHY?
Most would not demand, "You are you and I am me..."
Loosing the ability to look in the eye,
Wanting, but unwilling, to not be free.
Copyright (April 1997) JpD Joe Downing
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