Freedom of Willful Misconception

You seem to think
that I am stuck in a cage
while you are free range.
How is it working for you?
Your burdens are scattered
to the wind.
I could do that too,
but I am not that kind.
These songs you sing to yourself,
of blessings and curses, seem like
the same old runaround.
Paint by numbers,
but don't go out of the lines.
Take the time.
Check your head.
Are you so sure that you are free?
Tired old jokes,
same old crutches,
bargain bin drugs,
soap box churches.
Do they serve
to reveal your true self?
I think not.
That's not what this is about.
Look in the mirror.
It's the toughest thing
You can do.