Monday 25 October 2010

Meaning of freedom


Riding my bike
A pigeon was flying by
Right by my side
He got me feeling like
I too was flying high.
Flying stands for freedom,
But what does freedom really mean?
This question's like a demon
That's always chasing me.
Trying to tie my wrists,
Trying tying my feet
But I keep on clutching my fists,
Keep on extending my leap.
Refusing to loose my beliefs,
As long as I breathe
I will always be me.


PHOTO: By AHMED..., available under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial license