DRIPPED
out the
spout
of a lonely
faucet,
onto a warm
puddle of friends

Of your own free will,
you release chords beyond your
throat, angering a lashing tongue
that starts fires

Of your own free will,
you travel a great distance from
where your vocals carry north,
but echoing desires,
travel south of envy

Of your own free will,
you blacklist the frail,
bury your mistakes in haste
and pave over them, with greed

Your free will isn't free at all,
it has a cost

I used to work all day
in a field of lies
Loving the money
but attracting the flies
Swatting them away
just to get good pay