Freedom,
a word used so loosely
to describe our lives.
When no other can tell,
we are trapped in our own demise,
hiding from the fate,
"we so choose".
Ones fate is not chosen,
in the hands of the holder.
Actions made blindly,
to achieve self-peace,
becomes the sentence of our fate.
A single word,
hesitation,
changing your world completely,
becomes the holder of your fate.
I hesitated.
Yes, I admit it.
That one moment,
could have changed it all...
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 4:53 PM UTC
Freedom,
a word used so loosely
to describe our lives.
When no other can tell,
we are trapped in our own demise,
hiding from the fate,
"we so choose".
Ones fate is not chosen,
in the hands of the holder.
Actions made blindly,
to achieve self-peace,
becomes the sentence of our fate.
A single word,
hesitation,
changing your world completely,
becomes the holder of your fate.
I hesitated.
Yes, I admit it.
That one moment,
could have changed it all...
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