God, I need some outside help. I want so much to be free. But I don't feel free. I know it all in my head, that your life is living in me, that my life is a miracle, but in my heart it seems as if life is pressing on me and squeezing me until I feel limp and empty
Free... what can that word mean when my life belongs to so many others; when I get squeezed between the generation gap and the tax bill, and I want to walk out the door and keep on walking and never stop... Then what does it mean to be free? God, I need some help outside myself tonight.
Gladis and Gordon Depree
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Thanks for keeping the dialogue going.