This one is a eulogy for freedom...
Hello friends, trees all, I think I am lost in a deep dark hole.
Rain falls in and unsettles the dust and I realise that I too am dust, but what does it mean?
Perhaps nothing in the greater scheme of things, I really am nothing.
In this hole that I find myself in, where is the love?
Fortunately I have a big case of money to buy my way out of here
And I am sure that soon the money changers will come when they smell it
But until then I ask myself too many questions about why I am here
And why I seem to find myself so much in the deep woods.
How come I am so foolish to live in the dark?
Where is the light to find my way out of here?
Tears for freedom:
I am angry now and I would burst this cage.
No one comes.
I am left alone.
I hear voices from above but they do not mean anything
Only words I cannot understand.
Singing from a place far away.
There is more than this I know.
I curse and pound the dust of this darkness I would escape.
All this money and it cannot buy my freedom.
I think about nothing in my misery.
I know I have been sad, but is this what I deserve?
Something seems to be close at hand yet so far away it is beyond me.
I can’t think my way out of this.
There are many things I think I cannot do.
There are many things I have done
But this is not a doing
It is a thing apart from it all
And I would be out of here.
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