The Quest

I met a man who said to me

that I could never be really free.

Tell me what’s free”” was my reply.

He said “The right to choose to die.”

“Does that mean if I choose to live

then my own freedom I must give?”

I asked him; now slightly confused,

the sense of this my mind refused.

No answer was his one retort;

so much for answers lightly sought!

Now I wander without a care,

and where I go, freedom is there.

Because now while I’m still alive

the search for freedom is my drive.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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