freedom

I fight with everything i have
against the stealing of my liberty
I rail against God, call him a heartNazi, a dictator of the soul
I fight against the boundaries he's given me,
I tell him I have a right to be free
and he asks me, which freedom would you like?
No one's keeping you here in my will
you can leave anytime
the door is right there
walk out, he tells me, dares me
But I know what's outside that door
I don't like it and I'm not going back
I turn from the exit and yell at him again, accuse him of stealing my freedom
and again he asks me, which freedom would you like?
you can be free to control your life now, if you insist
you can leave my will if you insist
but that's never worked out, has it?
or was I imagining those tearful prayers, that repentance?
there's another kind of freedom, he tells me
and it's right here
here, where you're free from your own nature
the one that ruins all your hopes
he reminds me of my own prayers
you told me to come in here, he tells me
you told me to take over your heart
you didn't want it, you didn't want control
hand it over? you practically threw it at me
but don't worry, he says
when I'm done with you you'll be fit to control
when you're free from everything that makes you wrong, makes you hard, makes you impulsive and low,
then you'll be ready to walk back into your heart
and that door will open, too.
He points it out for me.
Choose, he says, there are two doors
one is open to you now; the other will open when the time is right
which freedom would you like?