Master of my will
Captain of my destiny
I set my sails to distant ports
harbors with merchants that cater to…
my every desire
The currency is merely my hours spent,
my days accumulated…

Yes, I choose the distractions,
the toys,
the escapes,
the inebriations,
the momentary escapades, liaisons, and other thrills…and call this “freedom”.

But somehow I always return
here to “normality”
this, my “common” reality

Was the currency “merely” my time?
Or is it my life’s blood?
Time I can never reclaim…

Is this really freedom?
The American Dream? or in truth Nightmare?
OR do my choices made in “freedom”
Bind me to my passions (manipulated by merchants!)
Invisible chains to this fleeting world of shifting sands

Have I become..
A slave to freedom?