Falling Free

If ever a time I be falling I want to be falling free Somewhere perhaps I won't be reaching Is perhaps nowhere I want to be... Where it goes and shall be so A return perhaps without the mistakes And no way I can refuse to know Simply will knowledge struck upon its wakes Will you be open to misinterpretation? And how closed were you before to interpret? Have you a general inkling to conception? Or have you a close concept forever a hiding plead? I was never started free and in control Am only provided with ideas to weave in betterment Limitation woven irrevocably in life to grow I do not see how life can be in honest contentment Somewhere I know I won't be reaching I know I have everywhere else to be If ever the next time I be falling I want to be falling free