SAME AS ME?

To the lost and the fallen, to the beaten and the broken, to the sad and the happy who have yet to feel that moment of sadness when a loss is the saddest part of your day; alas, loss the saddest part of your day, perhaps a week, oh loss, the saddest part of your week; loss, perhaps even longer. Some would say why lose when you can win, for the winner may not be a sinner, but to lose dear winner is not choice but happenstance, sometimes. Fear not, a dear friend of loss, for winning is not all that it appears, but striving for it is a noble idea when the idea itself is noble to all, for winning for winning's sake is folly for the foolish. So win, a dear friend of loss for to try is freedom, and when restraints are put onto thee stand strong, for tomorrow is yet another day to try, to live.

For what is worth fighting for? You may ask. You may think. You may look for an answer in a reassuring wink. To speak when silenced, not to hush when feeling a blush of rouge, to distance yourself from what could be, freedom for yourself to talk in a manner fortuitous to what can be; happy when you're happy, I smile when you're smiling.

I can, but only if you can, for what am I but you when I look in the mirror at me; emancipation, escape from the chains that bind one into the bondage of dismissive servitude; look for the light within for it shines so far that not even morals can see.

Twenty-four, a working day, to work with each other free to express oneself with no delay, for in the burrows of the mind plans lay in fall array, where light can shine on the shadows of dismay, twenty-four, a sovereign day.

Hands to the chest, beating to the drum of the war-torn mess, for what is a day to those with less, interest for others in their day gripping choices to resist; twenty-four, two hands, one head to rest.

For what can boots on the ground do when boots of the ground move? Walk, run, wander onto new land free from the tyranny of where they stand, if all else is lost from the mania of those who can't think of the hurt they cause to those who want the same, to live life grand. Free.

Who are these people? Free. Move to a safer place to be; maybe even across the sea? Whatever it takes to escape from the oppression which has befallen me. With all else lost, except for a brighter day, to express me, free, from tyranny.

A shell for your thoughts; tyranny.

A smile on your face. Questionable? Not me.

Who are you? Free.

Same as me?

Look inside, dear traveller, for what is it you want, for all is here for your just want. Expect freedom, dear traveller, for it isn't all you see, this is the new freedom that I give to thee.

Same as me?

Belligerent fool!? How dare you speak to me! Can't you see the folly in your ways, this behaviour towards me?

Same as me?

A brighter day ahead for the free for what is freedom except away, a space to breath and a space to play, for what lurks around the corner can't possibly stay, for oppression is a shadow on light on the grandest day. The grandest day pray tell, what is this thing you say? For what's grander, dear questioner, except freedom to hear what I say, when my feelings are hurt by your temper and pain.