Free Thought

Freedom presents itself,

like a Heron led to be prosperous,

his trail to fly is lost,

and the experience to be sought.

 

There is no material space,

but the surrounding left at its will,

there is nothing else to do,

than to make most of what is given.

 

Only way to fly,

is to form a path,

where to rise from,

and begin.

 

A wish,

to be in another place,

Grateful is forgotten,

along with it the present.

 

It’s a free thought,

caged in by its own environment,

not a thought that is enjoyed,

but a want, to get away from.