If I let Go of Everything
Suffer for free or pay for peace
A Sage claimed serenity is in between
Where do I lean?
Given the chance I would drop everything
Then wait for collection agencies
Stripping me bare of my personality
From something to nothing
I am washed over with a sense of relief
Here lies a life built in pursuit of peace
And all that remains is greed
I was a fool to place my faith in me
This resentment is trivial now that I am nothing
I have shed my cocoon spreading my wings
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At last I am free
At last I am free
I no longer pave my own path
I allow the wind to take me
Will I land in Rome? Maybe the Dead Sea?
I sprint towards the counter as the receptionist greets me
“How are you sir?”
“Me…well I am free.”
“How may I help you? Where would you like to go?”
“A ticket to Rome please.”
I dig in my pocket pulling out everything
“I am sorry sir, but happiness will not pay for your peace.”
I retreat to my new home
A little spot between East 6th and Congress Street
I greet people with a sign
“I am suffering can you please spare a dollar so I can eat”
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