It is needed
No, it is its obligation
To be there
To make an appearance
A solemn show of presence
Signed, retina scan comparable
But the free soul is free
The pebbles roll
The granites smear
The ferns wink
The grass quivers
The mould melts
His boots boom
Surely the free soul is free
Undulating hills disappear
In the misty atmosphere
His eye sees
What his mind thinks
Is the boundary between
A country and another
The free soul is free
A State of the Art bag
On his buggy right shoulder
Inside is his camera
Paper and note book
He knows he was to write
Choose a and b of the computer
But the free soul is free
He, the free soul
In his freedom
Sort and saw
Amazing scenes
In the land of the white
The granite that glitters
The free soul was free
After the last of his photos
After the lost of an obligation
After an encounter with a damage
The electronic memory all lost
And everything tangible lost
After the enigma of trauma
The free soul is still free
Next time he dashes
And they instead
Laugh and sound sympathetic
What they don’t understand
What they can never touch
Is the free soul in him
The free soul is free
©Simon21
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