Our Freedom Is An Individual

at the end of all those perorations
you enter your room passing by the mirror on the wall
at the side of your door
you pass slowly upon the image of yourself
finding your own view of the world
correct, unique
you must affirm that very basic principle
it is your life that you are going to live
and nobody else's life
it will just be once, there is no repetition then
of that error if that be
of that correctness, if it must be,
you look at your hands
you open it to see the lines of your palms
closely your eyes gaze upon
these destinies
that choose you
you are after all
free and must follow the path that you see
in there
there is no one else
just you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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