How like a prison are my own beliefs
Beliefs about my world and my desires
To give them up might give me much relief
Yet wish for safety grips those who aspire
Anxiety will curtail and make us tired
Its cheap and free, no pill will give relief
Nor pacify the tangles of barbed wire
How like a false god are my own beliefs
No crown for she who suckles on her grief
Nor for those who secretly are liars
Nor for those who fall like early leaves
When autumn has not lit its smokey fires
A new language of love may set us free
If only I can gently hold back me
How my heart sings 