The Curse of the World
By Dave Hanks
There’s a never ending struggle to control me.
My thoughts, my attitudes, my actions –
The very nature of my everyday life.
But where is freedom?
Freedom to use my brain
to decide what’s best for me.
With constant “chipping” at my psyche
with guilt that can be
as restrictive as chains.
They would produce a slave without a cell,
but within walls of control
as sturdy as concrete.
Knowing what’s best for me,
reiterated repeatedly
at brief or extended occasion.
I cannot fathom the egos
that unflinchingly declare,
and set themselves as the pattern.
Are they really so wise,
never doubting or looking inwards
to examine the rightness of their positions.
And with humility,
give breathing space to others
to live unbeleagured.
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