The Gate Swings Shut
As the sun goes down
He stands
By the garden gate
A warm breeze
Playing across the meadow
Gently it swings
Free of encumbrance
Back and forth
As the hinges squeak
A lazy accompaniment
To the process of dreaming
Breathing in the scent of
Cherry blossom
Remembering the days
When as a child
Waiting was forever
Until the time came
For taking action
To keep from sliding
When everything moved
Too quickly
For comprehension
Of a meaning
To the unfolding
Of days
Keeping pace with living
Was a wonder
In itself
Before the age of reason
Slowed things down
Until they stopped.
The gate swings shut
Hard against the frame
All good things
Come together, eventually
As the sun goes down
English country garden
Dreamers
Sadly sigh
As the blind cruelty
Behind the light of yesterday
Leaves the sky
Empty but for shadows.
Dispossess me
Take away the tags
Remove the marks
Of identification
Which guarantee me
A place at the table
Label me a cypher
Without a secret
Everything known
In flagrante
Disregard privacy
What have we to fear
From such munificence
When was a tumour
Ever as benign
As your gradual leeching
Of my individuality
Cleverly disguise me
As a delinquent
Breaching the walls
Of safe haven
For an escape room
Process me as a dissident
When I call you out
Refuse to wear
Your collar
It will blow off my head
If you so choose
Who are you
To say who is free
When everything
We do for fun
Brings us
Closer to an age
Of conformity
And by degrees
Under the guise
Of individual freedoms
Of expression
We sell the soul of liberty
On social media
For a fee
Youtube dissenters
Need to make a living
Selling freedom
As a lifestyle choice
Pedalling rebellion
As a youthful voice
That can be bought
In any colour
Shape or size
In bitcoins
Whatever they may be
Right click
Means you tacitly agree
To Pay pal
Nothing about this
Makes any sense to me.