Liberal Movement

July 11, 2015 - Poetry

Rising and falling, the mazy motions
meander and oscillate between waves of
expectation and some crazy notion.

Called to a dirty impossible task.
I ponder my predicament; to follow
or fulfill, what can fail, or what can last.

Now, with my mind made up, variation
as my constant, I begin my descent,
to absolute annihilation.

But rescuing me on a twisted thought,
comes a pang of desperation to know
if I am doing what is right, or not.

Now I stand against the violation
of my ability and innate right
to refuse choice of my own volition.

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