What is the Answer?
I sit here on the brink of Nihilism,
Peering out over this quiescent sea of Democratic supremacy.
I am baffled by two age old questions.
What is Freedom and
What is Time?
Sitting here at the edge of yesterdays regrets
Pondering over tomorrow dreams;
I am interrupted by a small, quiet voice that nullifies my mind with a set of Cognitive questions.
What is freedom and what is time?
Shackled encaged in this cell of flesh.
Strained so grotesquely, his mind through the gray iron mesh gate:
A Three and a half to ten year test;
With Freedom as my quest.
Freedom…? What is Freedom?
A small once overlooked voice resounds
Throughout the empty voids of my institutionalized mind,
What is Time?
As I watch the day stained dark,
And many a mankind their working machine park,
Never really realizing, upon a twilight journey we all must embark.
As one man waits another man watches for an appointed time to leave this their love for money
On that proverbial dime.
As I passed through the last gate
I heard a lonely voice off in the corner stall,
Asking his weary soul a question.
What is Freedom and he received as a reply,
What is Time?
VICARIOUS IMPRISONMENT
By
Sammie L. Carter
Copyright 2/2/78
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A mystery which no one can define “to the point”
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Nicely and appropriately used again.. To use Time with Freedom is indeed another well-expressed expression…
Time, no one can measure, same for Freedom.. One other point of which I feel is that both time and freedom once lost can never be found.. Purely my sharing, that’s all…
It is inspiring to read your poems.. 🙂
Oh yes, couldn’t find the follow button too thus, you might need to drop by my site every now and then if you have new write and I shall too..
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oops, forgot to give you an answer.. sorry, to me, it is infinity… 🙂
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