A poem on the subject of freedom...

Freedom, are you free?

My heart yearns for a promise,

That is not an actuality.

Inside of me,

There is a point that doesn't break...

Wants to observe it all. I want to be myself.

Freedom is the promise,

Time is the price.

The clock reminds me that this dimension has its ties.

That’s the story when walking the path of life.

You can see walls or fields,

Bridges or bricks, rivers or boats.

It can open, it can close.

In your attitude it rests, of your point of view it depends.

And so the layers build on.

The body is limited but the mind is not.

Distance, money, other people’s words

Became the many cages where I caged my love.

Can I look at it and then let it go?

We use the word, rinse the word, waste the word.

Freedom crawls in and out of every mouth.

Relatively glimpsed,

Completely unknown.

We are too scared to look into the hole.

So the question is, are you free?

Is this a question for the whole of humanity?

Or is it just me?

Where would I go if I could go anywhere?

If I didn't have to carry around my sentence,

My memories, hanging like a tail...

What would I be if I could be anything?

Isn't that what freedom is?

I say I would fly, I answer in naivety.

Truth is I chose to be me.

But it hurts our eyes to really see.

Every second is a second of choice.

Within the confinements of the world we know.

But we choose and choice is free.

As only in infinity can real freedom exists.

So, what do you think?