Freedom

I see you there, my Dear, I have observed,
I watched, I listened, also analyzed,
I know your quirks, both blatant and reserved,
And through it all, I loved and sympathized,
 
I see your plight, I fought that front-line war,
The back, the forth, the struggle for control,
The fruitless tree takes all and drains your store,
Then leaves you stranded bare on sandy shoal,
 
You asked me for advice, so here I go,
Take stock of what is real, and count it twice,
Let go what helps you not; excess cargo,
Is what you cannot take… at any price,
 
My Dear, ‘tis dark today but could be worse,
Please find your freedom here in simple verse.
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- Scott Alexander McKenzie