About
freedom
If I
took a picture
Of your
soul
Would
you be singing, dancing, making a fool of you?
Or trapped
in a joy-less round
Of accusations
found
But never
truly discovered
If I
took a picture
Of
your heart
Where
would it bleed?
A rainbow
or a bloody fist?
Tell
me, again
About
yourself
When
you are not afraid
Of the
things you dread
When
the things you want
Are not
all dead
Tell
me, again
About
your quest for freedom
If I
took a picture
 Of your life
Would
you smile, frown or be absent?
Always
the former two preferred to the latter
This
present shadowy sadness, you must outrun
Pick
up tired soul, hearts and bones
Take
a shot of something
Keep
on walking
Toward
freedom
Toward
God