Ninteen oh two

It was August and one hundred on the street, little did I know there were mad dashes ahead Open doors and archways Enabled movement forward We kept marching to the beat of our drums The rhythm set


If the power of choice is removed Truly it is tyranny A religious outcry Forced upon others That is not freedom Truly it is tyranny Your deity of choice would forgive Truly it is tyranny


Found myself in transit again Met up with the sense of self That argued every time words fell out Still Agreeing with the logic Left nary an alternative When first passing through the test Stunned into a brief reprieve I asked when we were through Learning it doesn't take much to trust Or it takes... Continue Reading →

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