Do We Really Want Freedom? 
 
Storylines tell us what caused events 
Thinking as a person I seem to know who or what caused me pain 
And I seem to know that feeling something called pain is somehow worse than not feeling it 
But are we really that separate from that which causes us pain 
Are we that separate from pain itself 
Is life truly that divided that we can really know reasons for occurrences 
Can thinking as a person ever reach resolution?
Are we really sure that we can do without pain? 
Because the end of my personal pain is the end of the personal me 
It is the end of my story 
My story of waiting in time to fix my life 
End of my hates and loves 
It is the realization of my true face 
That which is wild and free 
And yet totally beyond the ken of thinking 
Unthought, unbridled, boundary-less
And outside the concept of time