FREEWILL

I visited the town of consequences and met the kinsmen of disobedience

The hell of our ‘had I knowns’.

Imagining the heaven housing the family of obedience;

Echoes of advices long since heard,

Regrets of actions never undertaken,

And the shame of fears never conquered;

My constant companions.

Just a drop of reprieve did I crave,

To moisten the patched lips of my conscience.

There is a frustratingly soundless megaphone in my hands.

It turns my desperate shouts to whispers.

I struggle to reach out to the lovers in my heart.

Only they cannot hear me.

Oh, how I know your ends from the very first steps you have taken.

How I so want to give you the heaven I imagine all day long.

The hell we can so easily endure because of the deceitfulness of our freewill.