Something to be said for,
the back and forth,
struggles of war,
let go of and forlorn,
in the hope of a better cause,
more tangible…round of applause…
for the outlaws,
people who didn’t try so hard to score, in this endless tug of war and instead saw…
that when you lose, nothing is really lost.
Freedom is the only cost,
the true price of waving our last goodbyes to the shackles, ties and lies, little outcries, we only ever feared this inevitable demise,
so as a feather would float in this breezy weather
we then realise, and joy is prioritised.