What is Freedom?
What is freedom? Is it the open sea? Is it the wilderness, where only the toughest survive? Is it the blue, blue sky, where birds reign? Do you envy them their wings? I do. What is freedom? Is it the inky blackness of the night, that hides you from prying eyes? Is it the glorious sunrise that takes your breath away? Is it the stillness of the grave? Do you envy the dead their silence? I do. What is freedom? Is it a far-away land where nobody knows you? Is it home where nobody judges you? Is it the blessed mindlessness of the crowd? Is it the beautiful solitude of having yourself to yourself? Do you envy you your thoughts? I do. What is freedom? I envy the birds their wings, the dead their silence, you your thoughts. But, and listen close, Would you like to know what freedom is to me? It is love. My mother's love, wrapping around me like a cocoon, the softest cocoon I have ever known Her soft voice, and her smile And the sound of her voice And her war