A Thirst For Freedom And Love Poem by Sandra Feldman

I want to be
What I have in me,
Be more than more,
And totally free.
But this is just
A fantasy,
For no one can be
Totally free,
We are but prisoners,
Of our past,
Of happy moments
That did not last,
Prisoners of Destiny,
When the die is cast,
No going back
"Alea iacta, est"
"The bets are in",
A Roman,
Whose name was Cesar
Once said,
Our decisions,
Are not always for the best,
Not matter how noble,
And sincere our quest.

So many times in life
We are shattered and then lost
And do not profit from the ones
We love the most,
The dearest ones, which in the end
Are all that counts,
No love, no life,
Just bad accounts.