Free will can be God’s will
But Lucy in his craft has created customs and traditions that keep you caged
Maya knows why the caged bird sings
It sings of freedom that comes alive only in dreams
It sings of power and triumph over wickedness
Wickedness dressed in fear’s fashion label
The sophisticated fear of being seen or known
The colour blocking fear for tomorrow
The conventional fear of being disagreeable
Or just the casual fear of leaving your comfort zone
If only the caged bird could stop romanticising her cage long enough to pick the lock
Nobody wants to hear the shrill tune of deep sorrowful lyrics
Action speaks louder than songs
It will fall before it learns how to fly again
The free fall, an exercise of its free will because it knows God’s will
And even if it falls to the ground, the few seconds of living is better than an eternity of letting life pass by.
Live!
Nothing will happen
The worst that could happen is death
And to die is gain
ChyD
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Christ a poet 