To Be Free – Written 5/08

To be…
But free…
At what price to be paid
For such whimsical thoughts indeed.

You reach for my legs
Limbs spent just to hold me down
If but for a second more,
to be tied to this place forevermore.

You bear down on my shoulders,
As if to keep me down,
But if to just let go for a seconds release,
And give pause to those things of mind.

Ah to be…
But free…
The more I struggle the more I see,
That I am fighting all that’s me.