Sabin Balasa. Freedom in the Aquarium, n.d. WikiArt
Freedom is a muse
Her multitudinous veils.
I sit sullen by the water’s laughing edge
Wringing my heart
As if it were a bundle of wet hair,
Each drop an echoing tome.
There is very little
An opinion can inform.
I am so much more and so often less.
The only freedom
Left a man after the streets
Have been laid is his curiosity
And I’ve a mind for misdirection.
I kind of cheated on this because I decided to have 2 stanzas but they can be seen individually