231 – Freedom

The genie
Waited patiently.
This one would fall,
They always did.

All he had to do
Was ask
And he would
Have it all.

Riches
Beyond measure.

Power he could
Never dream of.

Every obscure desire
He could be hiding.

All he had to do…
Was ask.

And yet…
He didn’t.

The genie roared
As the last rays
Of the setting sun
Sealed him back
Inside his
Rock prison.

The silent man
Walked away.

What could he have asked for?
His life was already full.

He looked back
Only once,
And headed
Home.