I
Freedom is an illusion, incomplete
Freedom-to and freedom from intersect
Compromise forms the frameworks of society
A tension and balance
of rights, and rules, and freedoms
Man-made morality on divine principles
II
An early release, the hour’s mine
A responsive purr, a smooth turn out
Windows at half mast, soft air ruffles
‘Sign o’ the Times’ fills the interior
A little escapes, into the slipstream, an audio aroma
every pressure fell away, mute joy -
remembered often
III
light sweeps the corners clean
returning safe shadows
health is freedom-to
without fear-of
IV
One day, closer now than ever
regrets and frustrations will fade away
no longer of consequence
The race is run, the clocks runs down, it is finished
And we can head home, truly home, free at last
