Freedom to Fly

I want freedom. True, and pure
No ties, no restraints, no ropes holding me down.
Freedom to fly
Unburdened, carrying nothing
My wings spread, kissed by the wind,
The world flowing below.

I am not drawn to the mountains
No need for the lakes or streams
Soaring, untouched by longing
No desire, no worry.
My cares stream from my fingers
Dripping away, meaningless.

The freedom to feel
To love
To take to the air
Without regret or disappointment.

No rough hands pulling me down
Forcing me to land on protesting feet.
I can take off like a champagne cork
Gazing only ahead
Not at the people below, gradually growing smaller.

I want freedom
Freedom to fly
But freedom to fly
Is also freedom to fall
And if I cut all my anchors
In order to truly fly unburdened
No one will be there to catch me.





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