What?
What is that?
What did you say……….?
Again and again
How many times must I dream it?
How many times must I want it?
How many times more
How many…..?
When does it stop
When
When do I say no more
When will I see what’s right
What’s not….?
In the wilderness
Was it better?
Free without a care
Breathing in the sweet air
Yet, without a home….
Rules
Upon rules
Links upon links
Binding us in chains
Killing us slowly…
Like beasts in a zoo
Broken and no more
Just a flicker remains
Just existence
Broken souls….
When will the rains come?
When will the cold tears wake us up?
Make us stand straight once more
Wash away this daze
Has freedom become that of legend…?
What we give away freely
Is hard to take back
From those who craved yours
Then took mine
Where has it gone…?
Freedom
Something we were born with
Freedom
Walker
Friday, January 08, 2010
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3 comments:
oh gosh, yes indeed, and even when we have it, most don't even realise it. or want something else...
beautifully written, Walker....
(and as always your comments on my blog make me laugh and make my day!)
The doors are closing in on freedom. Or, is it? I mean, I reckon, with priorities and duties that increase as we age and become responsible, the idea of freedom changes. Am I making sense?
Nicely written!
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