Liberty: A Sin
Responsibility is the price of freedom; to be irresponsible means to be undeserving
I must go now, for I have exhausted myself.
I must go now, for I have done what I can.
I must leave, for there is nothing left in me.
I must return to my cage, so I may no longer stay free.
I am a criminal on the loose,
Trying to find my way to the jail.
To think that my freedom was a gift,
Oh, how my thinking has failed.
It is a felony to liberate some,
An error that simply cannot be made.
A prison is more than what they deserve.
Their insanity cannot be contained.
With each step I take,
I hear each second tick by.
I recall that every decision I make:
Has consequences;
They are promises I cannot break.
The very prospect of an aftermath,
Leaves me scarred.
To ponder on the consequences;
Is to walk through fire,
And dive into tar.
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