Every time I think that I am free,
No cares, no obligations on my soul
I'm recalled to responsibility
Remembering that I am not quite whole
Without your presence lurking in my mind.
And so I am not carefree, but I care:
Freedom is petty, when it is defined
By voiding bonds pleasurable to share,
Or cutting ties desired by the tied.
I do not wish to become free of you:
The contrary, I want you by my side
In anything you can be coaxed to do.
So no, I am not free: and I prefer
To be in bondage. I don't wish I were.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Unfreedom
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