the chains are loosed
i finally see blue sky
can't reel me back in
no shame in running
like they taught: don't play with fire
go grab a bucket
here the flames have died
time to go save the others
run away, run far
dust off that OLD BOOK
the others just fan the flame
find Living Water
Landrey, this piece is simply inspiring. The freedom conveyed, the running from the flames of our former ways, helping others escape-and then the clinch ending.... wonderful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I say, old chap, you do have a knack for seeing things differently than the rest of us. Quite the analogist. Keep it up.