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Dancing through the trees


Holding onto stems of flowers


Loving things that will never love me


Succumbing to the powers


Of Freedom



Letting the wind kiss my cheeks


Letting the ocean hug my feet


Holding the hands of strangers memories


The thousands of feels that radiate


Freedom



Believing in pixies


Wishing on dandy-lions


Hugging the girl I use be


Thoughts that develop


Freedom



Love of Art


Love of Music


Love of another’s heart


Love becomes


Freedom



A thought that enthralls my mind


Consuming my goals and dreams


A thought that has always been


Freedom



I have screamed on mountaintops in the dead of night


Ran, without a stitch on, through the rain


 And danced, heedlessly, under the northern lights


Things I have done because of my hunger


For freedom



Freedom is something I will chase


Through cities and woods far away


I need the overwhelming solace


Of freedom’s sweet embrace



All I want


All I will ever desire


All I will ever dream of


Is becoming free



Free from fear


From chains and locks


From pain and sorrow


From tear drops



Free from others thoughts


Free from my own self-doubt


Free from the walls of my box


Or being left out



I will not grow old, not internally


I will not feel pain, not eternally


I will never crumble, metaphorically


But only if I have Freedom



Freedom is not something one can catch


Freedom is the bounty one gains


In short gasps


Throughout life


Freedom is not but a dream


It is and will always be


Completely and infinitely, untethered and


Free