What is freedom?

Is it the choices we are free to make?
Is it the paths we are able to take?
Or is it to live devoid of lies?
Our right to be without disguise?

What is freedom?

A wrist, unburdened by chains?
A mind, unblemished by stains?
Or happiness attained by few,
Happiness that pulls us through?

What is freedom?

Perhaps it is the leaf that dances in the breeze,
Or the wind that rushes through the trees,
The wolf, howling its dreadful song,
Or the bird, whose travels are long?

What is freedom?

Perhaps it is the relationships we make,
Rather the relationships we break,
Or maybe ignoring what’s at stake,
Not dwelling on each and every mistake?

What is freedom?

Is the way we choose to live what makes us free?
Not creating the you we expect you to be?
Or siezing the moments before they pass?
Not letting the days escape all to fast?

What is freedom?