Cutting the cords that do not serve
No longer waiting for things to unfold
Making it happen for ones very own self
No longer giving it for any wasted cause
Rather letting it lay in it’s bed
Getting it now
I’m fuller and greater than I ever realised
Throwing down the tower
Smashing it to pieces!
I’ll dance in it’s ashes
From the lightening that lit it
I am not in error
And not a beast of burden
I am throwing off the shackles and smashing them to peices
Picking up the whip that once bled the shoulder
Turning it now upon the lazy driver
Bare your own burdens
You slave driver and thief
I am owned by no one
I’ll be wiping my hands on the cloth of your defeat
Little Wren 