Free And Perfect - Poem by Atara Gedalowitz
What does it mean to be free
For in reality
We all serve something or someone
Whether it be
To a friend or a fee
We are bonded
It makes us human
We may be stuck with a master
Who makes us move faster and faster
Or maybe we just plaster
Ourselves to causing disaster
What is disaster?
Without a rule to bind
Who knows what you may find
Among us human kind
For we are both order and chaos
So maybe to create
Our own perfect world
We should wait
Or you could just tell me what it means to be free.
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