Minefield

Crazy they could call it,

Sitting, plotting, scheming.

The next spur of the moment.

Money is monogamy inside feeble thought,

May turn tomorrow into a nights passion,

A stair case staring insanity in the face.

Freedoms embrace or worldly disdain;

Either way what was inked through

A voice will remain.

Subdued, kept, yes invisible but never silent.

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