And who will save him:
the one who is most free,
yet even the strings let go of.
He is free to dance
to any melody, both heard and unheard.
He is free to act
in any story,
both versed and unversed.
And he is free to choose
what he wants to—
be it good or not so.
But what he cannot do
is hold on to something,
or someone.
Be it only the strings that might hold him,
or the unseen hands
pulling them from afar.
He may be spared
from hypocritical rulings and decisions,
whether for his own sake or for others.
Yet of all the freedoms he may enjoy,
the one without strings
is also the one abandoned.
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