The brain whirs and the vision blurs
The shoulders are heavy with load
Trapped inside the snake's jaw, like a toad
Calm down, think straight
Fuck destiny, choose your own fate
Left path, fenced with barbed wire all along
Trimmed grass and pruned trees
Safe and stable at every furlong
Right one looks wild and thrilling
No fences to keep you on the course
Freedom is your thing, it fits the billing
Freedom, hard to define but easy to confine
Easy to deride but hard to justify
For the millions of crotches that may lie ahead
To cut through the maze of delusion and haze
Freedom must always be the shining blade.
wow man gr8 flow...visualized freedom from a close scale..subtle ironies "trapped inside the snakes jaw, like a toad." gr8 juxtapose b|w chosen destiny and wilderness of freedom ..keep it up...but faith and fate ...haha??
ReplyDeleteits amazing how the poem picks up emotions along the way as it reaches its finale...well asserted emotions man..
ReplyDeleteThanks for your generous comments guys....
ReplyDeletereally nicely framed around " The Maverick"
ReplyDeletewell done...
keep it up.. !!!
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