Free World Poem by GRANT FRASER

Now we're giving it all for free,
all our thoughts, words, deeds,
Cause there's nothing left of the
(real) world,

But the imagination propped high
upon itself, pricking the sky as
it ventures forth...

'Thou shall not implode or explode',
while making inroads or giving birth
to self's miniscule moons and microcosms,

But live in the everyday - work hard as hell,
pay the proportionate back,

And now walk because travel is getting
expensive, cut your heating to a minimum,

Go to Pound-land, eat value food,
shuffle along in your T-K-Max shoes,
Wow, while the soul moves closer
to the ground,

And watch the tail back growing longer
and longer, cause your much older now,

So that's it, I suppose, the force grows,
and doesn't even care, it just moves,
because we're just not strong enough to
undo it...