Arms outstretched and elbows locked

Open palms grasp at what’s ahead

Will there be peace?

Will there be freedom?

It must be attainable

For a word to exist

There must be a reason

Reaching and pulling away or toward it all

Must there be a reason for freedom

Can it be a choice or a gift?

Can it be both?

Can it be neither?

Loose sweat drips and evaporates

The atmosphere takes what it is given

Swallowing our molecules bit by bit

The sky ruptures in favor of our control