Air is free, Freedom to breath, Breathing to live, Living decided, Decision to think, Thinking for better, Best way is sure, Surety sealed, Seal for strength, Strong in unity, United to act, Action of truth, Truthful is clear, Clarity simple, Simplicity weightless, Weighed without pain, Painful to no one, Oneness not lonely.
The sun in glorious orange pink, rises in my rear view mirror. I’m driving into darkness, with the promise of day, behind me. I know it’s there, but I must have courage, to go forward even though, I can’t see every pothole, every crack, the depth of the curve. Soon, one will pass the other, and while I think on this, the pink of light has spread, an arch, behind, to the sides, until light meets light, and the night is gone.
They kept us in the dark; covered so we would not be afraid, Rules to govern because they knew without the walls we would roam free, right over the edge and not even see the danger; not believe it was there. But now the walls are eroded, pocked full of holes, no longer sustaining the shield. Freedom feels like exposure, Uncertainty, Limitless troubles. Can we go back to safety? No, we can only erect new restraints, Built by what we brought with us, From the blind days, Not walls, fences. Boundaries in wisdom we declare, We won’t go beyond. We will be islands, In the midst of anarchy. Holding the ground we stand on.