Freedom.
How this one word
Haunts,
Hooks,
Entices us all!
Freedom.
Will the time come
For my ideas to roam
Across this vast land's deserts
Through the caverns of the Empty Quarter?
For my voice to be sent forth,
Crying out in the stillness of a quiet people,
A voice among the voiceless?
For my thoughts, that hurl around
In a never-ending spiral,
To settle
To mature, grow and flourish
In the barren wasteland of shackled minds?
For my thoughts, that hurl around
In a never-ending spiral,
To settle
To mature, grow and flourish
In the barren wasteland of shackled minds?
Will my spirit be set free--
To soar above the undulating palm fronds?
Will my essence and heart be unfettered,
Forever
Freed,
Of man-made Thou Shall Nots?