How painful is it to be given freedom for a tiny glimpse?

Your ropes are unleashed, you can think without being scared;

You can talk, run, jump and maybe soar without caring about others.

But then you must go back to reality, to your world where thoughts are frozen awaiting execution,

And tongues are rolled in awaiting permission.

This is pain itself, pain that is more painful than remaining blind and not tasting this simmering sip of freedom.

It is that aching because it is sudden, because it is dragging us from our caves and throwing us in an utmost sunshine for only minutes.

However, freedom is worth a thousand pain like that, freedom is worth everything, everything.