The flavor
of freedom is fashioned by its context.
Case in
point, one departs a childhood home,
excited for
freedom’s dorm,
to find
freedom a lonely and empty space,
where regret
and poverty commonly moan.
I use to pine
for freedom from the masses,
a simple
space with time alone.
But one’s
own company is like all others:
Enjoyable at
first,
eventually, disagreeable.
The young
crave for freedom and affirmation
to marry a
love so divine.
As years go
by, the sublime fails to glitter
and autonomy
is beloved more than time.
Once
granted, freedom’s ill will takes a bite,
No longer
preferred, but willfully endured.
Every land
of the free
has plots full of spacious solitude
where freedom
is reserved and buried,
six feet down restricted,
lay a soldier's supposed free,
yet cold, grave.
yet cold, grave.
If you
desire freedom,
be careful
what you wish for.
Freedom may
be more than you ask for -
the test of
what one can sustain.
When
confronted with no other choice,
freedom can lose
its luster.
Freedom is a
two edged sword
that is hard
for anyone to fully swallow.
But in its
glory it’s worth the battle,
and at its
worst, it presents a reality,
and becomes mysteriously,
life’s
crowned,
king of
parody.
~2012 Vaughn
Wood
another great one Ruffy,
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