If I were only me

I would be

the lifeblood

of the world coursing

through the veins of humanity



If I could move in bloom

and tickle the nerves of insanity

without losing myself to confusion

I would be happy

bearing fruit; consuming



If I could know without learning

I would grow to drink in

everything



Truth would be my vision,

and integrity, in integration

with the essence of reality



If I were free, I’d be a fool

I’d see myself in trickery



I’d transcend it in the end,

I’d see what’s real

and what’s pretend



I’d be delivered to my destiny

commune with what is true

if I was free



I’d know disparity

is there to show me

so I’d be aware

of what might wither

or might grow me


I’d find justice in the throes

of ignorance and sorrow

Ready and willing

to greet on the morrow

a new day blooming

when time’s only borrowed