a bird may soar
to 30,000 feet
but eventually
must stop to eat
this freedom we chase
is only found in delusion
imagine until you sleep
there is no other conclusion
free is a bungee jump
fleeting as you fall
until the cord reminds
you’re tethered to the wall
we are all bound
equally by physical laws
and time has no mercy
on our physical flaws
we are all bound
to consider adjacent souls
each swish of our tail
affects the shoal
maybe being free
is a life without selfishness
growing your compassion
alleviating helplessness
is it possible to find freedom
living within boundaries?
can life break the moulds
forged in nature’s foundries?
maybe we can
for a time
and find
a new kind of rhyme
the burdens
we face
so real
we scrape for escape
from this oppression we feel
and so maybe freedom
is just striking a deal
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Amen!