So much to be said and done, Your weakness bares no more here. You must shed it, There is no choice. The spirit of freedom may be another poetic cliche but mind will forever be its own self and its words, lost in time.
Still you be at rest, in this moment and to thine own. Still be thy spirit, Still be thy feet. It is time to not be at that which is time. Love thy lustful heartbeat, Prepare, thy time shall come. Smile, Smile and still thine own. 9/28/10