Been a while since we had a poem. I found this one in a written journal (yes, I still write on paper, it’s my favourite in some ways) from a year or so ago:
Free Will
Breathe your breath, reprieve your death
and choose your pathway through
the evidence of obstacle,
it’s time to find what’s true
You think you can, you know you can,
and then reality
it’s all about the way it seems
that’s not the truth you seePerception calls the truth to live,
but filters out the sameto know what’s real, and still to feel
is such a painful game
Play your cards although it’s hard,
you’ll know it when it’s realyou’ll know it by the way it seems
and by the way it feelsPlease listen to the tiny voice,
it will not comfort youit tells the truth, it offers choice,
but won’t say what to dothe moment comes, you hear the drums,
they shape realitybut there’s no drummer, no disguise,
and no identity
