To be free.
How common a thought,
but unusual a concept.
Are you free,
little bee?
To be weightless in mind,
body,
spirt.
Hollow,
would you be?
To be free,
my little bee,
would you have to
be devoid of
all things-
mind?
body?
spirit?

No,
my little bee.
Nobody.
Could you shatter the
chains and float
away to the sun?
My little bee.
Darling.
You were born into
self inflicted-
external,
internal-
captivity.
Mind,
body,
spirit.

You are bound by
what makes you
human.
Little bee.
Little bee,
the catch 22 is
upon us.