No Freedom

There is no freedom in this,
It owns us.
Bigger than I own you,
Or you, I, whatever,
It doesn't matter. Its us.
Who we are. Its us.
Who we could never be.

Can you remember when?
I can, barely, maybe...
I guess not at all.
Four years old? I know it was,
When this shit got me.
When there's pain, there's gain.
And it is worth it,

That particular pain never
Ends never even moves.
No matter, better or worse,
It remains the same.
And I know it got me then,
Its what I am now,
Perhaps its all either of us,
Will ever know.

©November 2003