Freedom From Choice

Words in my head rattle around mostly with frowns
Hurt fades when they disappear but pain finds a way to reappear
So many thoughts, so little time, they strike like darts
Black liquid gold with a dab of cream, spiked with rum in caffeine
The heart rate climbs, it speeds, the need for weed
Blood flows red, feel the surge, snakes to the head
Herb inhaled, mingles sweet with a beat that treats
Explosive are the thoughts, the haves and have nots
Whomever your love let the love come back
If God is God found everywhere, doesn’t that make Him the devil as well
Fear from below as much from above
Heaven and Hell, controls the middle
Left and Right bitch, between two of the same Shit!
Which one are you?

Truth is
Whichever you choose
Your soul belongs to
Freedom comes from choice
And with compassion, perhaps rejoice


Freedom Β  Β ii/ii

A journey to the unknown
All on a whim and a hope
Better than the current state

Lost in all aspects of time
Caught in the trap as the world evolves
Machines and super cars, being on time is lame

So many channels to choose
Repeating, repeating the same news

Take out dinners with two working parents
Kids surfing inside seeing what it’s like outside

Bank loans and credit checks
Bills and more bills, to pay
In the end, not enough to contribute to the 401K

Wouldn’t it be something, to walk away
Plant yourself on a beach, somewhere
And let the waves carry you…

A choice not easy to make
Leaving behind on how you survive

So many depend on you, right?
Can’t disappoint, you’ll be called a shmuck

Do or don’t it’s up to you
But rest assured
You own it

Freedom is the word
Freedom has a choice
Freedom, it’s called A Right


To non USA citizens like me, 401k if you didn’t know is a Registered Retirement Savings Plan in the US.

Freedom Β  Β i/ii

The exhilarating feeling of freedom
Stripped to flesh and bone
The spirit baptized in self worth
Freedom to stand
Freedom to run
Freedom to laugh
Freedom to love
Freedom to pray
Freedom to sit
Freedom to stop
Freedom to cry
Freedom to hate
Freedom to defy
The air breathed never felt so pure
Stripping away every ounce of fear
How the spirit lives, as it was meant to be


photo credit, Shawshank Redemption