Freedom surrenders with innocent choice.
Why can't we love what we don't understand?
Reach out, with humble disbelief . . .
And grasp, in blind faith, the auburn wind
That once was translucent and flowed through your fingertips.
Rage against all that the eye says is truth.
Soar beyond the unspoken line.
We are born blind, deaf, mute, without feeling or taste . . .
Caged in our own ignorance
And enslaved by what we are told are the limits.
Test the limits! Cry out against the purple haze!
Scour the depths of your understanding,
And bathe in gentle acceptance.
You only are who you choose to be.
