To Thine Ownself...   

Must I relinquish all control to thee? 

Damnnation's sure to follow if I do. 

A thousand years could I spend running free, 

Yet shackled in a shell is just not True.   

Like embers of a life run up a flue, 

Must I deny those attributes that swell 

And splash to find release in my milieu, 

Or stuff them concentrated down a well?   

To see the light while in the darkness tell 

Those who would wish to see their powers grow 

From nat'ral inclinations, they dispel 

All notions that those, Free, decide to show.   

Ne'er let those Philistines decide your fate 

The you within must rise, so be not late.   

Frank Garnick