Too small to be measured, <br /> Yet I carry great weight. <br />Like the flip of a switch, <br /> I determine your fate. <br />I’m a flame burning bright, <br /> But the world cannot see. <br />I can enslave you for life, <br /> Or from death set you free. <br />With each breath that you take, <br /> I will always be there. <br />I’m as common as dirt, <br /> Or a diamond so rare. <br />I can light up the world, <br /> But my light some would kill. <br />I will always exist, <br /> For I am Free Will. <br /> <br />3/18/06<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-riddle-4/
