wtws
Monday
Thursday
the Burdens of Freedom
all i ever really wanted was freedom (true)
not money (lie)
not fame (lie)
they will say i worked really hard (true)
or not at all (lie)
or never noticed (lie)
or not at all (lie)
or never noticed (lie)
freedom from history
freedom from expectations
freedom from myself
freedom from expectations
freedom from myself
freedom from pain
freedom from shame
freedom from burden
freedom from shame
freedom from burden
freedom from perfection
freedom from greatness
freedom from legend
freedom from greatness
freedom from legend
making it look easy (lie)
making it look fun (lie)
maybe that was the hardest (true)
not for me (lie)
not for you (lie)
but for everyone else who knows (true)
not for you (lie)
but for everyone else who knows (true)
Wednesday
Tuesday
Friday
Wednesday
A Question of Freedom
When will I know what freedom feels like (again)?
How could I even know?
The longer I survive the less sure I believe I ever will
I do believe I have felt freedom but that was a million years ago
[or felt what at the time I believed freedom to be]
But I am now sadly much less as sure about the concept or construct
This life has penned me into a position of a somewhat cowardly caution
Forces against me ever knowing are so strong
Perhaps I may only vaguely remember
Thursday
6 of 7
February starts
six of the first seven days
calendar birthdays
acknowledgement by
handwritten ink to paper
refrigerator
year in and year out
along with important deaths
our story of us
Wednesday
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