Poems and Writings of a Tired Mind

Prices

I was told there'd be a price to pay.
I didn't believe it could be this bad.
I was told over and over but what'd I say?
"I don't believe it could be that bad"

They spoke of freedom —
for that was what they offered.
They spoke of choice —
for that was all they owned.

They said we would all surely die.
But still, we tried.

And at last with the setting sun
still I revel in my wine and play dumb.