(Freedom, a figment of our imagination. In search for it high and low, light and dark.)

Freedom, something we all yearn for.
A figment of our imagination that we kill to have.
The power of the idea of freedom can make you do lots of things.

My freedom is falling, to fall from the sky with my arms stretched out and my feet set apart.
The wind shall caress my body, give me strength and protect me.
I shall fall, but I will not meet an
end.

The wind shall whisper their secrets in my ears hushing me to sleep.
I shall fall forever because the sky is where I belong, the sky is my freedom.