Truly Divine
The Price of Liberty and Freedom
If I could sell my thoughts, how much would it be?
A penny, a dime, a dollar or three?
Will the public demand that I cheapen the price
Of the thoughts in my head as the ultimate heist?
Will they pick off a sample and devour it all
Or will they display all my thoughts like a fly on a wall?
Will my thoughts be stationary or moving along
The flow of the trend of society's song?
Are my thoughts my own and not someone else's
Or does it depend on every day cases?
The colour of my words expressed in tenses
And yet guarded around by my mental fences
My mind continues to run in a mile
Not sorted nor put in cabinet file
The meaning and words no longer mix in
The paint and the brush thrown out of the bin
My thoughts are for sale so they're no longer mine
They are for the masters to pick out and dine
So now that my brain is no longer burdened
With nonsense and troubles and singing verdins
Peace is finally here to be mine
Blind obedience is truly divine
About the Creator
Angelika Arroyo
On the edge of falling, but not quite.
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