The cup of freedom.

The chains I once wore seem like a grace now that I have tasted the flavour of true freedom.

As the earth descends

towards the end of the human fabrication,

I must revisit the capsule of my childhood memory.

For all that i could recall,

it's the great desire and yearning to grow

and

to have a cup of freedom.

Oh Lord, this must have endangered

your perception towards how humans only care

for their sudden desires to be reciprocated

into a helm of reality.

Now, as i sit upon the chair of descending times

i am offered that cup.

There is no need to illude yourself into believing

that i would disgrace your kind gesture.

I accepted.

This is when the thoughts started spilling out

majoring themselves in the great knowledge of

ego, hate, contempt, anger

The list could move forward with haste,

but for now, the true freedom

tossed the coin.

and

i am chained

by the chains of my choices and thoughts.