The perception of freedom is bizarre.
I consider myself free.
But I am in the shackles of my own mind.
Unchained by societal pressures,
Unchained by relationships that hold you back
Unchained by the norms of happiness or sorrow.
But the sorrows of the world are drowning me.
I watch cows graze the infant blades of grass.
As the rain drizzles and dazzles
Like golden drops in the mild sun.
The naked tree that stands alone but basks in the beauty of the river.
Birds may seem carefree to our human eyes.
But they may be constantly worried about food, about their kids,
About the declining trees around them and the black smoke that they breathe.
Random old music that fills my heart and brings tears to my eyes.
There is loneliness, but also liberation.
I am in the midway of the bridge.
happiness on one side and sadness on the other
Both pulling me towards, when now and then
But I intend to stand where I am, in this bittersweet space.
