The right to be.

There's the feeling of power
and the usual boredom.
Time goes fast & slow,
feeling like, I'm on the cusp of accepting.
The hour is late, this sensation new.
Where might it lead? My doom.
Will I stand firm even when love sours
and the chain cools?
What is freedom that doesn't hurt?
What is will that's afraid of warmth?
All the while, the same sad smile,
"My old friend, it's  been fine."