nobody can tell
what's going on.
and though truth is real
it's hidden way beyond the frame
what can i trust?
what can i say?
anxiety is freedom's slave;
and since it never goes away
uncertainty must be embraced
can i catch it?
run it down?
will i win my thorny crown?
power is the basest game
i really shouldn't play
what freedom comes with knowledge but
the fear that turns to wisdom from
the sorrow that can turn to love?
holiness, i pray.