Independence day has passed again.
It found me in a contemplating mode,
beguiled by thoughts of freedom even when
my own has reached the point of overload.
For freedom equals choices equals stress –
the chore of choosing all the time can bring
me to exasperation. I confess
I’d like to take a break from everything,
but choosing is a right and obligation,
distinguishing a person from a beast.
Instead of looking for my next vacation,
I guess I’ll sort some syllables at least.
I’ll animate the stress and let it fill
the peristaltic pathways in my will.