Free?

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A man was born in a dungeon
All he saw was darkness with his eyes
For sixty long years he sat and he smiled
Thankful for each passing moment
Into the silence his heartbeat led him
into the stillness of his mind
He saw many worlds from his small, cold room
But there was no one to share them with

One day the door opened and did not close
And the prisoner did not move
He was told he was something he’d never heard before
He wondered, “What is the meaning of ‘free'”?
He was led from the room to the world outside
and he wept from what he saw
Millions of faces without smiles
On bodies unbound by roof or by wall

They had so much to carry in their hands, minds and hearts
and their eyes were scattered and blank
Yet under their feet was the richness of nature
which they somehow refused to perceive
A group approached him with cameras and questions
asking how it felt to be free
He turned and walked back into his room and said
“Why is it that you can’t tell me?”

© 2015 William Suphan

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