Don’t you too find it quite queer how
It is in those strange moments
When the world will not allow
Either complaints or comments
That you then feel the most free?
When the searing heat crackles
The thick walls that you have built
In your shame at feeling guilt –
These two cold, heavy shackles.
Oh the pain is here to stay,
There will never be more true,
Blinding like the light of day,
Always imposed upon you,
But breathe in and count to three…
Isn’t it in this rough tide
That you may soar the highest?
When only your limbs abide
You, the uninvited guest.
Isn’t it quite peculiar
That the heaviest burdens
Make the whole world a liar
And dark storms, peaceful gardens?
Isn’t it quite queer indeed
That the farther you’re apart
Makes you run so much faster?
Who would ever bear to heed
That the heavier the heart
Makes you fight so much harder?
“Sometimes harsh limitation is the greatest freedom.” – Unknown artist.