Muse Of Your Opinion

And as I walk, so does the night follow and day never touches You look to your left while I take from your right You hate the disease of fear and doubt Afraid I might be correct and you're world wrong. I once heard a wise man say "Binding with briars my lusts and desires" And of what he meant of was you Tired of his imprisonment by you. But all the while we see through your pathetic dust We abandon our fears and in you our trust Independence of mind is what we choose to lust We won't be a muse of your opinion. Go back to the Poems page.