Commitment to freedom
I may have done this
for the past five or ten years
Yet if asked if I'll do it tomorrow
I can honestly say I don't know
Maybe commitment is of the past
something to look back at, yes I've been committed to this
freedom is the future
all that is not (yet?), all the choices I have
And sandwiched between them
is my life
Maybe death is only going to sleep one more time
freed from life, committed to the life that has been.
I know I cannot help but love those I'm in contact with
So do I avoid contact?
Faced with the choice of starvation or indigestion
I can see why I don't choose
And happy sweet sixteen!