freedom, poetry

why?

Wanting or wandering freedom

That doesn’t ever exist

Where love is

Is always a sovereign

 A rule maker

Authority lover

Who keeps and reveals the right

Searching for freedom

Thrills for the light

And still

There is sameness to see

Under ocean 

Deep blackness

Above sky 

bleak pressure

At the bar 

Drink alcohol

All drowning the lights of the night

Feign freedom

And wait

Feel free

Until he sees

There is none free

Why did you want to be?

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