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.
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