Freedom to be free
How does one quantify such an unknown place
How does one capsulate it into words
At times I feel as though this place can only be experienced temporarily
It worries me that we may never be there
That it only exist in our head
When asleep in our bed
But when outside our souls seem so dead
So defeated
Everywhere we are . Everywhere we go
Suffering and smiling pretending to be free
Or maybe it requires an unlearning of its Latin prefix origins
A new creation . A new vision . A new freedom
A new meaning with an old experience
In our dance And song
Through struggle through pain
Little bits of joy
A temporal place for. Temporal state of mind
Sometimes I feel it sometimes I don't
One day
If this does not make sense
It's because this thought process is complex and I am often lost
Living in a world if binaries my knowledge of freedom is limited
But one day . Perhaps the complexities will be embraced and it will exist
But may be
Not