Rest

Rest The Road has been hard; And it will be harder still.   You’ve come this far already By your strength and will.   Once you cross this hill you say, That’s when you’ll be done.   But you feel the league and miles, You’ve crossed since you begun.   You push yourself one more…

On Freedom

On Freedom A man chooses And so does the slave So it has been since The beginning of Days. From the picking of the fruit From the forbidden tree Or from the explosion That beget history. Man has had but One true problem; That is the doom Of his own freedom. Choice, choice Oh damnable…