In Pursuit Of Freedom Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

If a mind! ! !

What mind? ? ?

(you may whisper
a curious and plaintive plea)

that mind over there
just beyond the next horizon
of impending doom and despair

as it scuds blissfully thence-from here to there
without torturous-nagging doubt or lurking-calamity
burdened not with hideously frightening-expectation,
nor stricken with insufferable agony unrestrained

or hostage held by any of the
myriad of vicissitudes in being

ever constant-and ever sublimely unpleasant

But instead is graciously permitted
freedom-lavished total and unrestrained
and far too pleasantly abundant

will after a long while or a short bit

likely find itself stranded
and brought to idle-
in a most confining space
a perplexing and quite wearisome place