Poem By Elcypher: THERE IT IS; LIBERTY

THERE IT IS; LIBERTY

In rivers flowing from their source

Without a binding restriction

Trees dancing; unbridled

To the swirl and waves of the wind.

This is so, not of man-

He flows from a source to a course

His possessions become icebergs

He thrills and rejoices

Waves of goals unattained stab him.

Man, to his will is slave

Of wishes and desires he serves

Envy and lust he masters;

Victim of self and vices.

                                                Elcypher.