Someone new
You meet – exchange some words
There’s nothing wrong
No sense of danger
You talk without thinking
Conversation flows
Before long friendship lives
Deep inside, unseen, unnoticed, things are connecting
Soon you are comfortable
Still unaware
You are happy, or
Still tidy; you hair has been brushed
Now a new thought has spoken
Things are ok, aren’t they?
This friend is to taking you
To places you’re not sure you like
It starts moving faster
Or has it been gradual all along
You’re so angry
But you don’t seem to care
You were only doing what you wanted
Isn’t liberty a good thing
You know you have been deceived
Has your freedom killed itself

May 4, 2013 




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