"Freedom"
has no meaning
Only questions can
pervade
My restless mind
as I watch, lonely,
The softly swinging
window shade
Limp and light the
shadows
fall on shadows,
never should have been
Questions twisted
by a window
Holding only dust
and sun
All reflected and
diffracted
Light is pliable
to minds
That a cubicle refracted
To contemporary
times
Freedom...just a
swinging pendulum
Which travels grace
and fear
In the lights reflected
axiom
Of "always
left unclear."