Isn't this where freedom's found?
Where my heart roams the open road?
What is wrong with having it my way?
When uncertainty of circumstance explodes?
A proud spirit cannot surrender,
Is unbending till the end,
Subsuming the feeling of kindness,
Regardless of what life sends.
When contemplating rules for life,
I thought to fly in an endless sky,
Permit no limits in my universe.
Satisfaction is my reason why.
The harder I run, the less I achieve.
I have found my goal elusive.
Freedom has no name in the void.
Tight is the fabric of what I give.
That leaden sky is only my anger,
Reflected beck at me.
When I am the god of all I survey,
The fruitation of selfishness is slavery.
So of my own crafting
are these chains that bind.
In the effort to become, what I admire,
Blessed freedom is left far behind.
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