Birds

Flitting through the sky
Singing chorus of angels
So very free
In this concrete prison
I am bound to my chair with words
Fear keeps me here
Massive knife against my throat
When moving out of my seat
Could condemn me.
There are others,
Not just in my jailhouse,
But in society,
The country,
The world,
Freedom itself pulls us
Even freedom has a price
Of tyranny and hatred and fire,
Misery, grief, envy.
Freedom cannot be held by me,
Nor by my brothers and sisters.
Freedom cannot exist.
Even the innocent white clouds
Are bound to Earth.
Maybe there is no true freedom.
The only true freedom
Cannot reside in our world,
For everything is tethered.
What if
Life itself is just a meaningless leash?
Our spirits our tied to our bodies.
Maybe
The only true escape
Is when we are free of our body's dead weight,
Our troubles,
Our worries,
Our fears.
It will be cast off,
And in death, with peace at last,
We have found true freedom,
Flying through the clouds
Like a bird...