Expendable

A dream was when I called to it,

Where I reaped the lands:

And it's where curiosity knits

With wings and those spoils for hands.

A limerick was when I sailed the sky

I fretted but recently:

My mind will lie

Without an excuse for decency.

Through the dusk, though it seemed

That when I groped for a match-

And noon, then redeemed;

Envision the door, a broken latch.

For a lifetime was when I lost;

My gripping fear that haunted past

And all was what freedom will cost,

Until I bare the lands at last.