by Peter Franklin
If you shut my eyes,
My imagination
will still run wild.
You cannot control what I think.
If you plug my ears,
I will still hear what
my world has to tell.
Your deafness is self-imposed.
If you tape closed my mouth,
My song’s
Lyrics will still float and soar.
You cannot banish the orchestra of truth.
Try as you might,
You will never be able to silence my pen.
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