With Apologies to John Donne and the Girl in the Cheap Seats
No
I do not go
For weariness of thee
No
It's just that I was born
Condemned to be free
There are no shackles on my feet
No burden on my back
I am no soldier of the world
No prisoner of the pack
Don't hope to turn up my card now
Don't hope to become my wife
For I can only love this world
I cannot avoid my life
You are a stop along the way
To the terminus of night
I am beholding to no-one
On the horizon of my sight
Maybe I live on different plains
To those high and moral men
Who seek to make this world a slave
To be chained again and again
I can only love this world
As I travel I don't ask why
Cannot be with you all you life
to watch you essence die
No
I do not go
For weariness of thee
No
It's just that I was born
Condemned to be free
Writer/s: Mark Ramsey Gott