Freedom

Man’s fear of freedom

         Makes him dangerous

         Makes him a murderer

Makes him not a man

Men will talk of freedom

         But not walk it

         Not live it

And will condemn the man who does

For it makes him aware

Of what he’s given up

It makes him unable to live in denial

There is no true freedom with the un-evolved

Those that fear it

Those that know only survival

                           Only security

Those that know no discipline

                           No self-control

They destroy and impose beliefs

         Destroy and imprison

It is the free that inspire or repulse us

As they say, what we hate, we have denied in ourselves

These choices we make

These lives we fake

The more we live

The more we die

And those who aren’t busy being born

                           Are busy dying

We’re always busy

Seldom truly living

Either busy being born or busy dying

We learn to let go of the living

We forget to stop and see

What it means to be

Alive and breathing

Waterfalls, butterflies

Sunsets and sunny skies

Star lit nights

Love and new heights

Are you free?

ⓒ 2002 Shawn Michael Quinn