Freewill

 

Dangling from an invisible ceiling,

The cord has different strands,

Each designed for a purpose,

Independent, yet bound to the other’s company.

 

Gravity keeps it suspended straight,

Until the wind blows,

Or we grab it,

Sending it to another direction.

 

To show love or not, as is our wont.

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