I’m not in charge

So loot some new conclusions
That all of us have missed

I cried for you this morning
And I’ll cry for you again
But I’m not in charge of sorrow
So please don’t ask me when
There may be wine and roses
And magnums of champagne
But we’ll never know
We’ll never ever be that drunk again

– Leonard Cohen ‘A Street’

Flight or Freedom

Here I stand,
lifting my wings, in honour,
knowing I need a doctor,
I give my astute honour
displaying my symbol of freedom
knowing it’s death I need
to do this for you.

I stand above this crowd,
for my ego, for your own light, or mine.
I can not muster the determination
in how you caught me, and where you were
when you took me in.
I can only show my brevity with bravery.