constraint

I drew a picture of a child
his hands on a noose around his neck.
Is he is putting it on or taking it off.
The dark shade covers his emotions
neither a grin nor a frown.

He says that sometimes he feels
He's is too strong for the world at large.
Is it too late to take the noose
and put it around those who deserve it.

Here's where I come in...
The noose is my glass.
half full or half empty.
Your ideas, your speculation,
infallible.

When are you really free,
Of constraints
Of emotion
Of obligation
Of need
Of want?
Never.

Monsters run rampage in my head.
They kick down old hatred and blow towards new ones
Feeding the eternal envy, the eternal indifference
The primary human emotion.
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There. A something I wrote after doodling on a piece of paper. I'm still wondering how to approach The Leviathan. How will i paint the bad ass motherfucker?

Sidenote:
Moot postponed to next week. Will check with Ms. Viji as to the exact date. I do hope that Nadia's abuela is okay.