this I need!
Some where to
empty my head.
Some flee the world,
choosing the wild,
but like these hermits,
I could not be.
And some leave by
their own hand,
a coward's way to go.
Others run to the profane,
but soon this "freedom"
becomes a chain.
A ball and chain
I'll have not,
but only freedom.
Freedom to think
and feel.
Peace and quiet.
Stillness.
I need a thinking-place.
C.D.S. 5 Aug 2010
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