Free?
Life is a journey
My destination is the grave
Into a dark world I come dead, but alive
Alone, but I thrive
In solidarity
I cry
I count the rain
Some call me insane
I bask in the Sun
I count that as fun
Alone I walk
And with Him I talk
I’m on the Narrow Path
In a straight line
I run from my mind
In the shadows I hide from doubt
He gave me wings
But I don’t fly
He gave me feet
But I don’t walk
Yet, I constantly ask myself
When will my life start
“You can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment.”
