Freedom
Freedom could be the
time we spend alone.
It might be the time we spend without
people pagers or a cell phone.
Maybe its not a time
or a created lounging space.
It could be a lost emotion
that no one can seem to place.
I've flown on winds of freedom
in moments of lost time.
Then forgotton about
like an old nursery ryhme.
This is the unicorn
that no one can seem to place.
I search eyes forward
when the answer lies behind.
Copyright © Scott Mueller | Year Posted 2006
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