Zig Zag

The allusion of freedom,

Is different then actually being free.

I say I’m free to do as I will.

Yet, my choices still haunt me

I look at the birds all around me,

Flying without a care.

I mimic them as best as I can;

I don’t belong here or there.

I must ooze desperation;

To attract the exploders.

You know the type

The ones with the right words;

with the right moves.

Years of experience to your what?

Perhaps twenty years if that

It’s time to be truly free

Wash the desperation off,

Swallow the embarrassment,

take a step and make my own way.

leave the birds with the same stripes,

embrace my own zig-zag ones.



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