Freedom
You’re
truly free,
My dear.
Cut off the
ropes around your neck,
Cut off the
hands on your shoulders,
And you’ll
have only a road under your feet.
But do not
wait the same
From
others.
Freedom is
personal thing,
A unique
language,
Which only
bugs in your head speak.
Also it’s a
lonely trip,
With no
real destination.
My dear,
Is this
what you truly want?
© Laura
Dambite, 2014.
A human
will always long for freedom, even if he’ll never realize to an end, what freedom
truly is. Is it only a desire burning deep inside? Is it only a flame dancing
afar? Or is it loneliness with empty heart? Or something we already have, but
are too blind to behold? I don’t know… do you?
