can only write so fast

the idea is never going away

most likely with me until I can no longer hold the pen

dangerous thoughts mostly hidden before written

man can only write so fast

to a steady eye it might still be a blur

any detail could be missed so pay attention

government will take advantage of complacency

is freedom what is lived or what is being waited for

the rest of my time I will be free

man can only write so fast

who do I really think I am

is freedom who I am or what I am waiting for

able to be anywhere anytime

to be limited in movement is to

think that I can’t move but I can

things are easy when I know I am free

out of the control of others as much as possible

for more than merely a moment by

himself a man can only write so fast

almost the end of another day they stack up

inevitably alone for now not forever

he can see all positive on the road ahead what

comes next welcomed even if unknown

to the mind pushing pens until they are out of ink

the freedom to continuously think any

conclusion will not come today

that will be further down this road somehow

the freedom needs to be taken back from

government thieves putting hands in pockets

he can only move so fast simultaneous

lives living for that freedom

under watchful eyes freedom is under fire

is freedom who you are as well—don’t be

dishonest with yourself—it’s probably

insane to not want freedom

and know it is

intolerable to never let yourself be freedom…