Post by ramadevi on Dec 10, 2008 6:47:45 GMT -5
What freedom is autonomy
when choices stem from circuitry
that’s wired from the ache of past
mistakes that make our history?
A cunning inner voice is cast
from past impressions made to last
in memory that’s tough to lose-
its spinal grit, mind-ship’s main mast.
The avenues of thoughts we choose
to follow are a triggered ruse,
which color sight like tinted specs
and coach the muse on words to use
when contemplating mental treks
through territory that’s complex
and subtly vexed with hidden snares
that tend to clutter and perplex.
A pristine mind that’s free of cares
will not be prompted by affairs
of bygone times, nor programmed acts
for which we might be living heirs.
Pain’s cancelled check, no banker backs,
so let us aim for newer tracks
and not repeat the same refrain,
refuse to pay life’s prime time- tax.
* Suggestions for a new title are welcome~
