A few lines: Criss and Cross,
They call it my natal chart.
Just a piece of paper with ten plus two blocks
Do they realize what else it blocks?

Saturn in the seventh, sun in the sixth,
Mars, I guess is relaxing in the fifth,
Once the dice begin to roll,
God knows how many heads have to take its toll.

They seek answers to questions they never ask me
What work should I do? And where should I do that?
Who should I marry, or when should I marry?
Is this freedom, is this democracy?

Maybe they are right; maybe it shows the right choice;
But, should I not be the one, even to make a wrong
choice
I would rather die as captain of my sinking vessel,
Than live a safe life, as a traveler in my own yacht.

Can this chart free me of all my locks?
Or is it just a mental block?
Whatever it is; is there more joy?
In anything, than living a life of my own choice.

~Deep~