Monday, November 19, 2007

~ Freedom ~

Wings wide open
With no itinery
No passengers, no cargo
No designated routes
They fly in the open sky,
The playground.
Going in circles aimlessly
rising in height
Higher and higher, joblessly
Freedom is all to be alone
Boredom is only to a loner


Swahilya said...

Yes. I relate to such freedom. Living on the roof top, but relating to the world also.

Merging Point said...

Freedom from within living in everything....