freedom

Careful of giving
I have not been here before
Black and white not clear
as they once were
I cannot think just now
the roses that I planted died
The leaves flutter madly
in the trees madly

No lines to hold me in
like a canary unpenned
suddenly unsurrounded
but confused
for the first time fearful
So this is freedom (flutter leaves flutter)
It is distracting

To hold my thoughts in
I walk ahead
Perhaps left
You think not?
but who are you
and why

Why do the leaves flutter so
so wildly. They cannot leave.

Careful of giving
careful of talking
created I cannot create
ordered I cannot order
surrounded on all sides by love
which is not lines
so I stand confused
Leaves flutter because they are attached
Where do I attach?