Poem - Selections
What I wouldn’t give
To have placed before me a vast array of selections
Good, Ugly, Mysterious, Unfamiliar -
And with counsel and assurance, but no commands
To choose at will what I would have.
No worries of whether my choice is right or wrong
Because it was simply a basis
Of my best foresight at the time.
I know right might lead me farther,
But wrong will teach me best.
These wishes are devout extravagance, I suppose.
Still every waking day the yearning grows.
I never asked for:
Success
Admiration
Passion
Remembrance
Prestige
I just wanted to be free.
No orders, commands, angry faces of disapproval
Scouring me down discourteously
Asking me to follow Their path of choice in sincerity.
Because I can’t.
I can’t.
What I wouldn’t give to be free.
