Fantasies Left And Kept To Be Adventured Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I had come to love,
A freedom of creative expression.
A freedom that allowed,
My interest and ability to write.
And to do this to share,
My observations and insights.

I had come to love,
My willingness to be candid...
With others also of a consciousness,
And open to permit their minds...
To break through barriers,
Often existing by those living within limits.

But too many today,
Have allowed themselves to be restricted...
By political correctness,
And what is accepted as proper social etiquette.
Too many today fear they may offend,
Anyone with kept pretentions and delusions to defend.

I had come to love,
A freedom of creative expression.
A freedom that allowed,
My interest and ability to write.
And to do this to share,
My observations and insights.

But so many today are afraid to live their lives.
Too many today are seeking to censor,
Truth to be spoken and anything that might...
Expose a truth that is observed both day and night.
With prolonged debates of what is wrong or right.
Although to mention it in written words...
Disgusts those who wish such depictions not written.
Yet existing conflicts that afflict to be ignored,
Seem more of a preference for those who adore...
Their fantasies left and kept to be adventured.
With no obstructions to them when they are explored.