If my life was not meant
To be lived in this yoke,
If your burden is easy,
I could go for broke
And kick 'gainst the goads,
Hard as I find it.
I prefer to live first,
And then to rewind it.
But no! Here's the sun,
And here is the day.
For freedom I live;
In freedom I'll stay.
If life was not meant
To be lived in a chair,
Then why not run free,
Why not let down my hair?
I've a yearning for flowers
And a heart on the edge
Of a love that's unyielding.
Here is my pledge:
If life is not meant
To be lived in the rules
Of times new roman, twelve point,
But to be led by the fools
Wise enough to step out
And feel the warm sun,
Then I promise I'll learn it,
And then take it and RUN.
For I've taken the freedom
You've held out for days.
And I'm sorry I've held you
In time-worn cliches.
postscript
Just some thoughts channeled into rhyme and rhythm.