Imaginary freedom
Against this real hell;
A watercolor riddle,
For somebody to sell;
The point of fate is living,
Whatever are the odds,
Forgetting and forgiving -
Inheritance of God's;
We carve each day the future,
Or throw it in the well;
The line of kinky wisdom,
Of mute dreams in the cell;
They say, no point in striving;
The end will be the same;
Aspiring or denying -
Authorities are lame...
And their cry is loud,
The slavery of heart;
There is no truth in sound,
No joy - to outsmart!
Imaginary Freedom
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2021
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