Pair of legs with hands on your hips,
Disapproving of my infant mess -
Tell me what to act.
Glasses and knowing,
You of the apple diet -
Tell me what to think.
Multiple media of the masses,
Puppet of the coin wanters -
Tell me what to love.
House of the Divine,
Of the meaning of existence –
Tell me what to believe.
For the idea of freedom
Is something of
Incredible alarm.
I would not like to be free
For I do not know how;
I have never truly had it.
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