Someone new
You meet β exchange some words
Thereβs 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, arenβt they?
This friend is to taking you
To places youβre not sure you like
It starts moving faster
Or has it been gradual all along
Youβre so angry
But you donβt seem to care
You were only doing what you wanted
Isnβt liberty a good thing
You know you have been deceived
Has your freedom killed itself

May 4, 2013 




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