Phil’s Blog

March 18, 2007

Freedom

Filed under: Poetry — phil @ 12:37 pm

What does it mean to be free?

Free to do as I want?

Am I really free?

I am so limited by the form I have,

I cannot certainly fly, even if I wanted too

My only way is with a plane—

Nor can I swim under the sea as long as I want,

My only way is with a submarine,

So what does that mean to be free?

My consciousness does not let me be

In jail in the body it dwells

Giving the illusion that I am free

Free to obey the laws of man

Free to conform to the view of the masses

And if I dare not to obey, nor follow the way of society

Then my freedom is terminated.

Free to do good or bad, when my mind cannot see the difference

Man kills other man and calls it good when the man has a uniform on,

But bad if he doesn’t.

Am I free to think?

When my thoughts are the results of my up bringing.

Am I only free to follow my desires and wants?

And even those, I cannot recall

So tell me what is that Freedom, which soldiers are dying trying to protect?

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