Certainty is the first step
Toward dictatorship.
Instead I celebrate
The will of me
And paths I can not imagine.
Where choices have little direction,
Only attempts to deflect.
Control is absent.
They tell me
My will is my own.
But who are they?
And if I am to be told
Then doesn’t something


2 thoughts on “Lack

  1. I love your poems. I found this one particularly interesting because of: ” “If I am to be told/ then doesn’t something/ lack.” I never thought about freedom like that before: Are we free because we are told we are free and only because? It’s a bit of a chilling thought. Great poem.

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