Freedom
What does it mean to be free?
Does it mean that you live in a place
where you can choose who you want to be?
Take on the world and mold it
in a shape you want to see.
Say what you want to say,
laugh or cry, smile or weep;
take a step forward each day,
or just be still and contemplate
the workings of the Milky Way.
Does it all boil down to having options?
Is this total freedom? Or just one kind?
And what happens after you make decisions?
Does it bring peace to your turbulent mind?
Or guarantee happiness delivered to you
in an envelope all sealed and signed.
Then again, am I asking the right questions?
Or missing the point entirely
What is more important?
To know what freedom is really
or if you can truly ever be free?
Boundlessly. Completely. Essentially.
Copyright © Madhu Mita | Year Posted 2012
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