The Paradox of Freedom

Can we ever be free, unless we’re alone? Our freedom encroaches, like a cyclone, Crushing and destroying those of next door, Like a wooden house, their freedoms no more. For every freedom we gain, others lose We battle against someone else’s views True freedom means that all are unbound But this would mean that no freedom is found. Each person could do whatever they please They could kill and hurt and take an seize Thus true freedom is but a paradox So I’ll stay here behind my chains and locks.