There’s no freedom in life – you can only choose
What to put at stake and what you can’t lose,-
Which rules to obey and which purpose to serve,
And when you decide – try to do it with verve.
We are guests in this world
As if in Rome telling the Romans off.
With barbaric oaths and nomadic homes
We come to destroy – can we do any better?
We simply discuss the subject matter.
Do we feel less miserable when we seek for fights?
Trying to prove we stand for our rights?
When we see nothing else but the negative side
In the world around us – Does it make us all blind?
Blind to ourselves, to our beauty and thought,
To the might of the things created in this world?
We think of answers we cannot get,
We reason beliefs, we question faith.
We doubt actions, we ignore the mistakes.
Is this an eternal fight of the blind against the internal ray of light?
Do we think we matter if we stand against?
Maybe it’s just a cover for the absence of aim?
We cannot be free, we cannot change the world.
The will is still ours – it defines our thoughts.
You can hate being told, that you are no one,
That you have no control, but you still may have fun.
I see freedom in acceptance.
Like the flowers in the vase – although chosen by the lover
they may capture your gaze.
They’re not of your favourite color,
But you love the gesture of grace.
The rules were made before us – we come and go.
All we can do is to grasp it – enjoy or let things go?
2009.