What about the fetters that bind
When your bonds are shattered?
The freedom of mind, supposed,
While accepting your iPhone is dying.
Am I me or am I just another?
Claiming no compromise
But bargain shopping ideas.
What happened to me?
Am I comfortable?
Father, forgive me.
I abandoned you,
Like I do everything.
Robert Frost would be disappointed,
Watching as I
Take the load more taken.
There’s a comfort in solitude,
Though. A safety
Though the mind runs wild.
A freedom to wiggle,
Without being called shifty.
I’ll set someday,
Become solid to be
Tramped down upon.
Dcid Corvid 