Freedom, I crave for it as I never craved for anything else,
I envy it, And I envy its freedom to bestow whomsoever it wishes with its power,
I envy those who have it, wondering why do I lack it,
But what is magical about it? And what power does it endow one with?
And what is it that I do not have? I do not know,
But it is freedom I need and I crave for I am sure!
I am high on the need for it, But what do I need to be free from?
My head play’s devils advocate with itself!
What holds me back, I ask?
My own beliefs, my habits, my obligations, the people who are mine?
But I want the freedom to be thought capable of having it-it the freedom,
And crave for the freedom to have the life of my own making,
And not the pool of another’s dressings!
How do I free myself from these? Aren’t these life’s footholds?
How do I untangle my self from these servile bands?
Why do I hold me back?And how do I free me?
It is the freedom of not being impacted by others that I want,
And now that I say it, It seems obvious!
The only one who can grant me freedom is my mind,
I have to shed my own blood in my battlefield and acquit myself as my own judge in my mind’s court!
To sweat out my own inhibitions, to beat down my self placed obstacles!
Those that have control over me are controlled by me you see!
Its all a game of freedom from whom?