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March 10, 2009

Freedom

Freedom

Psyche stalks soul like a ghost
What should have and cannot
Plays hide and seek with what is

Punctuated by death of joy
Episodes of panic prolong
Soul feels meaningless void

Overly guarded, paranoid
Mind is in a state of frenzy
Wondering what life is up to

Life whispers its intention
Feelings regain integrity
Thoughts speak with stillness

Tired from its own brutality
Alas! Mind fell sound asleep
Joy of being alive resurrect