Sketching

it’s 20 minutes until that great phase of life is over, on to the next
i’ve been waiting for a long time, in fact for the last year i’ve already thought it passed
once it’s past it won’t matter in fact it’ll be a relief
i’ll carry on to the great adventure waiting for me
but i can’t help to think that someday i’ll be on another brink, with the next great phase being that adventure no one has come back to describe in full
the one great wish and desire i’d ask is freedom, free, let me lie alive with my arms outstretched
on the crest of the hill overlooking the waters, the ones i’ve always looked for
freedom, free, the great command of a man who is his own best friend and lover
freedom, free, whether march upright into sunwashed battle or
freedom, free, to rest and to sleep
whether the words go on forever or curl tightly by the fire
race seconds always passing it all doesn’t matter
because freedom, free is the mantra of those bought and paid for
mining precious metals long ago pressed by divine knowledge
might as well put it to the test, letting go signing off welcoming rest
and all the times that were and might have been
lay gently rocking themselves to sleep
there’s time to learn and to weep
and times like this to learn and keep
whatever comes whatever slip
is mine for me
(three minutes later)
thirty