Freedom, are you free?
My heart yearns for
a promise,
That is
not an actuality.
Inside of
me,
There is a
point that doesn’t break...
Wants to
observe it all. I want to be myself.
Freedom is
the promise,
Time is
the price.
The clock
reminds me that this dimension has its ties.
That’s the
story when walking the path of life.
You can
see walls or fields,
Bridges or
bricks, rivers or boats.
It can
open, it can close.
In your
attitude it rests, of your point of view it depends.
And so the
layers build on.
The body
is limited but the mind is not.
Distance,
money, other people’s words
Became the
many cages where I caged my love.
Can I look
at it and then let it go?
We use the
word, rinse the word, waste the word.
Freedom
crawls in and out of every mouth.
Relatively
glimpsed,
Completely
unknown.
We are too
scared to look into the hole.
So the
question is, are you free?
Is this a
question for the whole of humanity?
Or is it
just me?
Where
would I go if I could go anywhere?
If I
didn’t have to carry around my sentence,
My
memories, hanging like a tail...
What would
I be if I could be anything?
Isn’t that
what freedom is?
I say I
would fly, I answer in naivety.
Truth is I
chose to be me.
But it
hurts our eyes to really see.
Every
second is a second of choice.
Within the
confinements of the world we know.
But we
choose and choice is free.
As only in
infinity can real freedom exist.
Eliza Veretilo
The Philosophy Takeaway Issue 48 'Freedom'
