A Kind Of Freedom - Poem by Jan Freundschuh
When I was a young man, there were
Trees, and wanderlust, and the roof-line.
It led me away, and I went gratefully
And thus, my life has been acted upon
Like scrambled eggs,
Like a torn up, dog-eaten couch beyond repair,
Where I now sit, gratefully.
Having been tumbleweed,
Ghost between 2 worlds,
Drifting fog that notices not its
I have been happy, experiencing Change.
Homeless that I may seem
I am free
Because Life has always interested me.
Hardships, like gnats, beset my body,
Spartan man that I am.
I talk to no one
As I do not need
The comforts of the fat, domesticated steers
Born for slaughter.
I fear nothing. I confer mostly with
The Changeable Wind.
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