Privilege of Birthright

I took what was handed to me and I always held it dear.
No way to rest or ease my mind=
This burden was given oh so freely to me;
As if I would find some solace there.
So let us meet now at the end of these sands
And there we will desecrate what gifts he gave.
Thinking there was some birthright to the privilege 
The ethereal joy of being held by the Father.
Tell me now if you will not unite
If you cannot commit yourself to our fight.
I expected only some of what you did to me
And you did not expect me to leave the child here.
Into the water and out to sea.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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August 23, 2015 at 11:08 AM
:) Oh dear, dont try too hard....may be an impossible task! I do indeed like your analysis but I am afraid some levels of complexity might actually be due to lack of sleep! If only I knew what it meant! Thanks for taking the time :)
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