Free

"FREE?"

When I look back on my life . . .

All that I was . . .

Could've been. . .

And I see what I am now. . .

Whatever that is. . .

I don't know what I feel.

How to feel?

The people I have met. . .

Things I've done. . .

Places I've been. . .

I wonder how. . .

I've gotten this far. . .

However far this is.

Hard to know myself. . .

Do others know me. . .

Better than I know me. . .

What do they think?

You are defined. . .

By other's thoughts.

I have friends. . .

Or people that claim. . .

To be such. . .

What does that mean? . . .

More importantly . . .

Or less so. . .

Do I care?

Where are my loyalties? . . .

Who are those. . .

That I care for? . . .

Are the ideals I thought I had. . .

Real? . . .

Or fantasy?

Some days I like me. . .

Other days I could. . .

Eradicate the very thought of. . .

My existence. . . .

Pitiful at times as it is.

I guess this is this really how it works. . .

You make decisions. . .

Choices. . .

Then you are expected to stick. . .

To those decisions.

Rules.

Yeah, whatever. . .

Who am I. . .

To question. . .

The intellectual masses. . .

Who have given us. . .

War. . .

Famine. . .

Biological warfare. . .

Pestilence. . .

Negligence. . .

Indifference. . .

Rape. . .

Murder.