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The Freedom Of The Cloud

the powerful has no visible arms
but it will always make you feel that you are nothing without it
and if you do not take side, what are you?

a leaf fallen.

a used tissue paper with all the dirt wet with the rain
lost in the mud.

they will say you are a loser because you have never taken side with power
whatever that be
whoever shall it oppress
and it should not have been you if only you have chosen to obey the rules
and just be with them
and play

your mental constitution rebels for it has always been
independent as the wind
that goes in and out of a window
and hovers for no
one.

what do you want to prove? that you are better than the rest?
that you are not corruptible?

these are the questions that hang on the ceiling of your
innocent mind
like bats
they do not have cages
like bats they only live on their free nights
because the days
are prisoners
because the common light
is a yoke

you are alone now and so to live you must sing your songs of
independence to your ears

be light like a cloud and have no mountain as master
hang there for a while and then drift endlessly

is this not freedom?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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