Freedom
Ever feel that tinge of jealousy, when you see a homeless person on a bench? When any bench is for taking and time is of no essence, You stay where you stay and then move on. Or when a bird sips from a puddle of rain water, and then perches atop the beautiful oak tree. When any tree is fair game and the sky is the limit. What is that yearning? We don't settle when we are bound, but we settle for bondage in the pursuit of freedom. We are limitless beings living in imagined boundaries. we don't want them, but here we are, creating them, fixing them, decorating them, every damn day...