I can do what I want
The sky is just above
And stars are just right here
I can touch them if I want
Rough paths don’t bother me
I know my way and I will follow it
But wait, am I free?
Oh shit!
What is this “I”?
I am my body and my soul
My body is made and is not free
My soul is trapped inside my body
It is also not free
But how can I think freely then?
Maybe my thoughts are bounded
Something must be original I feel
That something is the reference point
To decide the freedom of thoughts and body
What if the trapped soul is the reference?
What if freedom itself is caged?
To be free I need to break the prison
And set my soul free
Maybe freedom is my destiny.
