Why is it that
when we are free
We need so to
enslave ourselves
To Love?
Are they coming
to rescue us
Or to distract
us from the chore
At hand?
The world is
crumbling into dust
We are losing
the daylight, Sir
It’s now.
Too late for
me, I understand
And turn my pen
to save the world
Again.
You do whatever
you have to
And I accept
that you are wise
Enough.
You be leader I
will follow
Until my path
parts wide from yours
Adieu.
Let’s meet
again on the other side
Free of age and
sex and money
And laugh.
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