To be and to be Free…

I tread and fall, walk and stumble,
With every hurt, gaining experience subtle.

But it seems paths draw out way too far,
As stupidity of men is infinite beyond par.

I fear lest by the time I have journeyed,
Less flesh, more wounds and wisdom trifle would I have carried.

Kith and kin, no class apart,
Strangers I meet and unknown I depart.

An inkling of cognition fights to survive,
Whilst from an ocean of ignorance, it tries itself to derive.

A sole soul have I been, so shall I be,
From bonds, ties and relations, free,
My only strike at ultimate glee,
Even from the so-called “freedom”, finally free.


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