Freedom
Don't look for the trees
Don't look for the trees
A dream, a goal, a state of being.
But what is freedom but a dream?
It cannot be grasped yet will grace your skin.
It cannot be claimed but it can be given.
Everlasting and usually a lie.
Making it yours will cost the freedom of another.
What is it then but a curse?
Lest you are of vile character.
So what then is one to do for freedom.
It can be won from a life of trials.
Hardship, dedication and sacrifice.
But this is more of a prize than the freedom sought.
Freedom is given.
Given freely from the heart,
From one troubled soul to another.
For no reason beyond simply
Because I want to.
But what is freedom but a dream?
It cannot be grasped yet will grace your skin.
It cannot be claimed but it can be given.
Everlasting and usually a lie.
Making it yours will cost the freedom of another.
What is it then but a curse?
Lest you are of vile character.
So what then is one to do for freedom.
It can be won from a life of trials.
Hardship, dedication and sacrifice.
But this is more of a prize than the freedom sought.
Freedom is given.
Given freely from the heart,
From one troubled soul to another.
For no reason beyond simply
Because I want to.
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