We have free will
We have Freedom
But
We have it in shackles
Limitations
We can do whatever we want
Just nothing bad
And these shackles?
I feel them in me
They’re alive and growing
Maturing
Getting stronger
More confident
By the minute
They go by the name of conscience
As I grow they grow
I dislike them
They tell me what to do
They confine my actions
They’re bossy
Yes I deffinetly
Do
Not like my shackles
My limitations
But
There is a way out of it
A way to get rid of them
Away to
Cast off my shackles
A way to kill
This conscience of mine
So
I do
It dosen’t go down easy
It won’t die without a fight
It thinks I need it
HA! I laugh
It thinks I need something to tell me what to do
How to act
But I don’t
I don’t
And I kill it
This conscience of mine
Is dead
My shackles at my feet
I am now truly
Free
Aren’t I?
Is this what it means
Is this how
To be
....free?