TheMangledSans0508

A choice.
A intregal part of the American idea of freedom.
The freedom pick what happens.

Does it truly exist?
Is it something that we hold?
Or is it the cheese in a mousetrap.

I am pro-life.

I am pro the life of the children lost in schools, the places they should've been safe.
I am for the gun control measures that failed that would've saved their lives.

Pardon me,
Little Bird;
If you would be so kind.

When the time came for you to fly,
Were you ready to leave the nest?
Did you stand on the edge and jump,
Soaring through the sky with your newfound freedom?

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Do not go peacefully, quietly
carried by the soft wind as you sleep
to the dancing sky of stars.

Go fighting.
Kicking, screaming, fists flying
as you fight fate

Around and around
and around
the bush
deeper and
deeper
until
you
can't
get
out
The bush grows unsteady and falls
on top of
you.
The truth can't be avoided
by trying to go around it.

It's tremendous. It's when you're standing in front of a mountain that, to you, is monstrous. Every attempt you make to climb it ends with you tumbling to the ground like Sisyphus and his boulder.