fool on freedom

trapped, in this freedom
suffocated, with the wisdom
marvel, your divine fingers
and you know, it still lingers

i come to face it, like that
it stares at me, straight
like a downside up bat
not a drop of fear, not afraid

freedom; that is what it was
now it is a line, a boundary
a spiral in which i am lost
a ground, an under, to bury

this soul is free and yet
it is as trapped as it can get,
but alas, none is to be blame
the virtue is in its name.