Warring with my soul
And what I know is true,
Though my heart knows best
It marches straight to you.
Freedom is bondage
If not with you spent,
My soul cries for chains
Your lock is evident.
Within this cage
I am free as a bird,
Singing the sweetest songs
Of freedom ever heard.
Honoring this independence
Relishing the past no more,
Pretentiously escaping
Freedom for sure.
My heart beats for you
As a nervous drummer boy,
Seeking incarceration
To marvel this joy.
Forsaking high estates
By the beat of this drum,
Marching straight to you
As a master playing dumb.
Searching by day
With clarity of night,
This freedom makes one proud
to be blinded by this sight.
The pieces all fit
Even though they’re not all there,
Freedom makes a way
to unchain despair.
So very thankful
For this state, this mind,
Acknowledging by fate
Even bondage is kind.
Katrina Gurl
Written/Copyright 2008
The Balcony View – Peeking Through Innuendos 2010
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