Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Freedom ... (A poem)


Elusive and coveted,
Desired and cherished,
Waiting for supression, unhappiness and helplessness to invite..
Often taking the form of a cold shower of realisation,
when its already too late..

Tis irony supreme isn't it?
That source and destination, cause and effect, dependence and independence...... and FREEDOM!..
Lie encompassed within one being,
But a lifetime is spent, blinded, in search of answers..

Wonder what name the world has, for someone searching the world,
for what lies within....

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