Choices

those who dream of freedom
die in the clutches of those
who free them
for now thrown into the ocean of
choices
whether to go or to stay
to bite or to go hungry
to crawl or to climb or to fly
or just stay and be rotten
to be contented or to be thirsty forever
all these confront the face of the
free man
tired and weary and full of
indecision
freedom mocks him
laughs at him now
and takes him anywhere
he wanted to
he is like one who cannot finish
a movie on Tv
shifting as always from
unlimited number of
night channels

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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