Winding steps like a double helix keep asking impossible questions
which way is up? Which way is down? What is right? What is left?
the freedom traps have sprung caught in a dire war locked out of humanity
each one wants the best of and for the other but consensus is skewed
my life is an example for which I was never given any permission
who are you? Who am I? Do we really know what’s going on
and would we have the answer anyway?
I Liked This Line Especially
"...my life is an example for which I was never given any permission..." Permissionless, we walk around owning it - just as we should. xoxoix slc