To Be Free

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I didn't choose my identity,

it chose me, 

like eye colour and hair,

length and shape of nose,

height and brains;

a common refrain.

The many choices life offers

are more or less lies.

If you don't believe me,

just look at any photo; 

all the smiles. 

I was given money,

and didn't care about money.

I was given love, 

and didn't care about love.

I was given life

and didn't care about life;

Still I tried and tried.

So they taught me

about God,

but it wasn't enough -

I needed something hot 

like the burning sun,

something cold  

like the icy moon -

I could not believe

in words,

and yet repeated words;

how absurd

to be free.