Freedom is a fallacy
We conjure in our minds
It’s the mask we wear for the unaware
That helps us live our daily lives
A mirage for the alien
Lying doormat in our skin
That’s been with us since we were born
And crucifies our sins
A departure from benevolence
The collective human race
That stands there at the finish line
Laughing in our face.

I looked up to heaven
Then down to hell
I wondered exactly
Just how far it was that you fell?
Was it the garden of Eden
Where you first came to dwell?
Was it Lucifer’s persuasion?
Were you under his spell?
Biting the apple
Did you feel some remorse?
Considering the instructions
From a magnanimous source
Was it inevitable
Or an unforeseen force?
That led to disaster
And set us off course
Was Adam unwilling
Did you persuade him as well?
I guess what I’m asking
Is if you’re the gateway to hell?

‪It’s what I see and believe‬
‪Like lily pads, and lotus leaves‬
‪The wind whispers in a steady breeze‬
‪So I follow and dare not take the lead ‬
‪The wind, it pushes at my back‬
‪It leaves breadcrumbs down, for me to track‬
‪It fills the void for what I lack‬
‪And makes sure my mind remains intact‬

I’m broken, need fixing
But my body’s resisting
I’m at the threshold of losing my mind
The pain’s unrelenting
Constantly testing
My will to continue to strive
To get up and move on
Yet I still remain calm
Because after all, I am still alive
So I struggle and manage
Despite all the damage
Because it’s still no excuse not to try 

The water, it crashes
In waves, not in drops
From high up above
Unto jagged rocks 🪨
It leaps off the cliff
And continues to fall
Endlessly pounding
But, answering all nature’s calls
The force sounds like triumph
In granger; supreme
A powerful spectacle
But real, not in dream

The pages, they turn
Each chapter, each verse
A description, in letters
Invested, immersed
Will the plot thicken?
Will the story unfold?
Will the ending be happy?
Or bitter, and cold?
Will there be a sequel?
Are the answers revealed?
A book for the ages
When opened, unsealed

Running free in high spirits
Their manes flow in the breeze
Together in herds
On the vast open greens
The mares fall in place
As the stallions lead the way
Through fjords and through valleys
They prance and they play
At one with the landscape
Cohesive, untamed
Loose and unbothered
By rigid constraints