What in hell is freedom really?
I�ve got no clue, have never been free.
If I were, don�t remember it too vividly.
Childhood, maybe,
A time when I was, perhaps, relatively more �free�.
But there has always been,
and a constantly evolving one at that,
an image, a vision, an idea,
about what this elusive thing, called Freedom could be.
All youse imaginary notions of freedom!
Unlimited money to spend,
Power you just cannot breach,
And oh, a life of security and unending �happiness�!!!
(Err, did someone just say shopping???)
As for some poor wretched souls, nothing like death.
But ask a few people around, and for most it�s Choice.
I will pray to whomever I want!
Why can�t I study whatever I like?
I wish I had the choice to do that.
Or atleast something else, but not This.
Give me the freedom to do whatever I want!!!
Well,
What exactly do you want?
I�m sure you don�t know really,
And neither do I, but then.
I have a feeling of what it might be,
For me. Peace, and harmony.
Everything in this wonderful world of ours,
Is about two things � order, and chaos.
Control the world, we don�t. Change it, I can�t.
Forget about it, I must. In myself, I should trust.
Synchronized birds flying in vast blue skies,
Unimaginably still emerald green seas.
No emotion in the eyes, a hint of a smile.
A fleeting feeling, of freedom divine.
