The world sometimes is too sharply defined, too dogmatically refined
While people are often far too entrenched, thirst for power unquenched
Sometimes the church bell tolls for the death of a soul while digging the hole
And oftentimes the dirge is played for the living, far too unforgiving
While other play freely in liberty, never minding those in self-captivity
For we are always free to chance, to gayly prance, to wildly dance
Without apologies or remorse to the entrenched for our chosen course
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Profound and captivating poem, Jonathan. A world of illusion that we live in and have to go thru all these ups and downs in our lives. But once released we are at Rest and Peace in our Souls.
Indeed, yes, and we shall laugh and love and dance! Blessings to you, dear soul.
Yes dear Jonathan for sure and we shall dance and sing in unison together. Blessings to you too dear.