The End of the Beginning

By Flying indigo express

With your free will, you may do as you choose
Did you not say this isn't a power play
Yet somehow, your will and mine are fused

Run free, wild with no restraint
My movement stopped. my liberty cropped
In shame, regarded with distain

I believed in the absence of strings
May the gods forsake the bliss that ignorance brings
It was for the strings, that I became the Fool

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Published on Friday, November 28, 2014. Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Comments on "The End of the Beginning"

On Sunday, March 29, 2015, Ortolan (214) wrote:

I'm a failed musician so I can see this about 8 different ways.I give you a ten.This is one of those poems you have to concentrate to get anything out of it.Great work my friend.
On Saturday, February 21, 2015, SinneR (17) wrote:

I applause the preciseness of your words. In a few lines you describe this unwanted situation of false self-awareness. Thank you for sharing.
On Monday, February 2, 2015, Uley Bone (25) wrote:

Well done Flying Indigo
A former member wrote: Wicked. It was for the strings that I became the Fool... Don't we all, however much we intend not to.
On Thursday, January 1, 2015, Flying indigo express (148) wrote:

Yes, we do... Time and time again
A former member wrote: Your strings are a learned trait.
On Sunday, December 14, 2014, Flying indigo express (148) wrote:

That is very true.
On Saturday, November 29, 2014, Damon Tarloth (142) wrote:

The rhymes were much appreciated... Nice flow... Well done!