Freedom

Freedom Does it exist? Is there anything in this vicious world that is truly free? Birds defy gravity, But are bound by their own limitations. Called to the Earth, At the end of a majestic odyssey like no other. Perhaps smoke is as free as can be, Floating aimlessly through oblivion. Fettered by nothing. Except the wind, Carrying it whichever way it wishes… If smoke is free, Then freedom can only be achieved through fire. Through the destruction of Earthly ties. Through the end of one to bring another. Ouroboros. As ashes reduce to nothingness. Ashes that choke. Ashes that plague. Ashes that end. The Sun may be the freest Of all. Illuminating the Darkness. Breathing life, Yet bound by the chains that, Imprison Creation. Mortality. Death.