Thursday, May 3, 2012

Why is it that when we are free

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

You do whatever you have to
And I accept that you are wise

You be leader I will follow
Until my path parts wide from yours

Let’s meet again on the other side
Free of age and sex and money
And laugh.

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