Hypnotized by young freedom,|
I chased bedazzling baits of my choice
until pain came crashing through my doors.
Thank you very much, freedom.
And I ate choice foods with delight
until my older arteries became clogged
with a near calamity of consequences.
Freedom, do you need to be fatal?
Computer-enabled, I freely flew commodity
futures like a test pilot, with precision eyes
trained on my instruments--then crashed.
Hello, is anyone there?
Freedom, you truly stink.
Can I at least be free not to be free?
"Serve," says no voice.
Serve? Why serve?
Serve without pay?
"With or without pay--but with energy."
No more freedom, then?
"Remembering your former agony
while serving where the need is,
you gain a grounded freedom."
From whom do I hear this?
"From the call without a voice."