The Sun
is a Greater Destiny

  I.

I could have chosen
Not to be free
I could have chosen
To be a machine

This would not
Be so
For the sun whispered
To me what would
Become a
Greater destiny

I refused to shut
Up when told to
You know the boy
Must be anti-social

I kept singing my song
Long after the boys
Grew into men

I chose to be free
Shouting deliriously
In the chill November
Rain the song of
Nightingales
Who lost their
Wings in flight

I chose to be free
A bright wildflower
Blowing haphazardly in fields
Of droll conformity

II.

The road to freedom
Wasn't easy
It took a lot of work
Painstaking dedication
Every syllable had to
Sound right on my
Road to liberation

Was all the work
Worth it?
I can barely survive
I absorb pain like
A sponge and
Spit it out
Beneath the shadows
Of the woeful
Abyss

I skate figure 8's
Across doubt's
Frozen tundra
And speak to the dead
In pale soliloquies

III.

The pain
The suffering
The slit wrists
The extended visits
To the madhouse are all
Part of the routine
All part of the
Sucker's game
Otherwise known as
Immortality

I draw deep from a
Lonely well
I hold my freedom
Close to my chest
So its better angels
Can hear the beating
Of my heart

I will not go down
So easy

The storm is brisk
And full of fright
But a calm will
Eventually prevail
Silence will light candles
Guiding my eyes through
The night

You have made it, Jason,
And the sun now
Welcomes you
With open arms

                             —Jason Cant

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