figure out
what was done really?
all i do is ask
and wait
the offer stands and sits for sometime
until you say yes
i need your nod, your bow, you too have to make
the genuflection,
this world is not made of guilt or innocence
the people that we know
we did not divide as either sane or insane
moral or immoral
we respect them somehow
we call them their real names and tell them
that life is worth living
i wait, it you that must decide
this is a world of volition
free will, my dear, free will,
if nothing happens, i go somewhere else
where i am loved
where arms embrace me for what i am
where there is hope for what
i must become...
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