Dance, Shout, Sing
I suppose I might try to revise this into something approaching...good but likely not. Some times you just have to express something to get it out of your system
Dance, Shout, Sing
I don’t believe in an
afterlife, or souls, or magic or gods.
But
I chose this body, this physical
form, this fleshly experience
To endure
To understand
To experience
Defiance under Oppression
And it is glorious
I got what I paid for
This is the experience I
wanted
This is the game I am here
to play.
If there is anything else
Beyond this life
Then there must be things
that bring
These higher forms back
and back again
If this is a game for
reincarnating gods then maybe
it’s all okay.
If this suffering is only
temporary but amusement eternal
Then I shall endure such a
just cosmos
But always seek to dive
For what I have not yet
known
Rapturous experience.
This is what I mean when I
say freedom
This is what I mean when I
am free.
Free to choose such entanglement
In the mud, in the dirt,
The grime and grit of this
fundament
Play in the weeds
And shout with pain,
victory, loss, and purest glee
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