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I MAY NEVER KNOW FREEDOM

The house always win

I MAY NEVER KNOW FREEDOM

Everything that exists constrains me
They all work against me like gravity 
Pulling me into the arms of total depravity 

That which my heart longs for binds me
To obtain and retain my heart's desire 
Is a consuming fire 

Love, peace, and war, they all kill me daily
I am never free to be me without the burden 
Of responsibility 

Now, I wait for death, hoping to be free
But even death will constrain me
In its arms of eternity 

I WAS BORN NEVER TO BE FREE.

Wilford Barker.

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Rory McGinlay

Freedom not as a goal, there maybe no such thing. But as Paul Simon might put it, I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free. Maybe the pursuit of such things that elude us is what we seek? Perhaps it's the hope alone that drives us? 

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Neville

Near monumental poetry my friend and with ink spilt perfectly .. Neville 

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Wilford Barker

Thank you for taking the time  to read and write a comment Rory McGinlay.
Point well taken.
Have a safe and wonderful weekend.

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Wilford Barker

Hi Neville. Your encouragement erupts smiles from deep within. 
I appreciate your unblemished kindness. 

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Neville

Because you are worth it Wilf .. So no worries on that score .. Neville 

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