will i know when my freedom from slavery
is my own heart in my own hands
and servitude is nothing i give away
and ownership is for the soulless
and freewill is here for the test of my own
humanity
will i know when it is my right
to open my windows to the sunrise
will i drink in all the beauty
of this new day
i could hae died for a thousand before
deep within my fears are lies
poking them with a stick
is exactly what they need from me
a vortex rises from my teacup
and fire put it there
i gave energy to my teakettle
and here it is being released in me
there is a beauty to the fire that rises inside
and even more to the expression
that must be the result
because faith is the tool
that overcomes your ownership
when you gave away your heart
and you never knew
what you had never lost
lost in silence
is the groupies sin
believe and focus
all your energies in
love is nothing without a
return on the investment
when i tire of fighting through my ethospace
i give up and submit to cyberspace
and the same reason
man took hammer to chisel
i will not be forgotten
and i will love everything that got me to here
Thank God for my faith and delusion
bless this beautiful illusion
this wonderful life
and everything ill never believe in
nearly enough to do
right now