We Have Nothing But Out Freedom
If to be free of love, hate, desire and empathy
by Not Long Left
Walls lowered, draw bridge rolled down
Would the senses sense a chill and shiver
from the harshness and the unending cold.
Does time only count when we are watching
Decay and wilting the reversal of birth.
If to bang the sword upon ancient stone
Rids the blade of its rust, would the hammering
of words upon your head shatter the walls
of mistrust. To love is to learn, I would rather
remain ignorant, with a I stuck upon my head.