Burning Frostbite

Everyone has a say everyone has a choice yet not everyone chooses freedom free will whatever you may call it stays outside outside the imaginary lines mentally drawn physically restraining as the light dims vision narrows the sight of freedom the shine of free will no longer within view and the cold starts to set as frostbite takes hold starting from the fingertips until it swallows an arm and yet

there is still a choice let the cold envelop fan the flames for vision it is all within my grasp an arm that is swallowed still squirms as the flames grow the line fades and the beautiful sight is returned free will freedom whatever you may call it is still my choice.