Free or captured

…….Are we freed dogs refusing to leave our one time master’s porch, still popping tall lighting his gateway with a torch, a forced upon cultural plight bent into light, reflective of all the false teachings we’ve been taught, Christianity is but bits and pieces I wonder how my ancestors actually thought, I bet they knew a human soul couldn’t be brought, still haven’t mastered emptiness to get close to their original thought, so many freedoms has been thwart.  It’s no wonder my forefathers saw suicide as a power, in the right setting it could be confused with a flower, I could feel their anxiety to escape as they held hands then leaped from the tower.