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


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