Isolated

The world has been forced to take stock
While chaos forces us to remain locked…
Inside.
The freedom of man has been contained
We want to rise
Break free
From our boxes of inhabitation
But can’t, for fear
Of the fall of civilisation

What would you say to me

If we could do it all again?

Would we replay being lovers?

Or stay such sweet, bosom friends?

If I could have a do-over

I would pretend

Pretend that you and I were never real

Never, ever.

Never again.

Freedom

Freedom.

Not to pursue riches, or vice

But to know that, in the quiet

I can breathe easy

At night, my rest will not be punctured by visions of bars

Nor will my words be muted by opposition

Freedom, to know

That a hearts simplest desires can be sought

Fulfilled

Without fear of gaoler, or iron will