Freedom

Freedom that I feel

Freedom that I taste

I am searching and searching

Am I in the right place?

Freedom I catch

Freedom I throw

Yet I wonder the streets

Freely don’t know

Where my mind goes

Through the dark

Seeking the light

Is freedom bright?

The free spirit soars through the air

Visiting various worlds

Without a care

Of asking what freedom feels

What freedom tastes

Freedom just is

Go and make haste

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