The Game Of Freedom

questioning poetry

Poem

 

Things we want
don’t stay the same
because we are beings of change
and solitude.

It is hard to choose
and fulfill the dream
whilst excluding
all the other paths
we may take.

How do we know
we`ve chosen happiness
until we feel it?
How do we know
we’ve chosen life
until we die?

Every day we face
new challenges
and examinations
under the strict eye of blackness
and light
altogether mixed
in the eternal game
of freedom.

How do we know
who to trust
until the knife
cuts through our skin?
How do we recognize
a lie until
we lay down in the
lake of disappointment?

At the very end:
How do we recognize love
until we are left alone
to feel ashamed?

 

more by URSULA RABAR BABIC

photograph by Chris Lawton

 

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