Tortured By Freedom

cracking comes the night through the branches of life keeping me safe from calm was the sacrificial lamb words spoken as if writen in sand gone as the watter reclaimed the land should be etched in stone born from fire dancing alone the hour struck the clock as the ship came in ticking over sea deep with sin overthinkers dine with under drinkers poets,pirate's and banished tinkers struggle and stumble down gypsy road the seeds I have will never be sewed only poppers and beggers live free from time or the ones who ignore or mis-read the sign flattened and burrned before my peers like the stricken ship that floats on tears as blind as I am tortured by freedom as kind as I stand tortured by freedom