Wednesday, November 19, 2014


(from Zachary Bruno’s “Dancing in the Rain” – Jan. 14, 2014)

I ran the races and saw faces
And I succeeded in the end
Once more, another time
When I did everything right.

Freedom they say,
Is something to be gained
By fight and by flight
But that sounds a lot like fear to me.

And I sit here in home and comfort
Drawing up plans for fun
And the undone which
Everyone will enjoy when complete.

But then the day it’s finished
What will I see?
I’ll still have nothing in my hands
Except the point where I began.

And I say,
I would rather dance
Like the children that rejoice for their father.
This is freedom, I say.
Let me dance my freedom.