In Practice

Can you define freedom?
Draw lines and paint within the borders
A picture of what it is?
Does true freedom defy definition
In its essence
Unbounded, unwritten
Ink bleeding between the stars and
All around
All encompassing
Stretching to the far flung reaches
Beyond imagination
In existence, can it persist?
Or does association with reality
At once confine and twist
The free flowing ribbons
Once unrestrained?
And through this dreaming
What is to be gained? A realization
Of futility?
Acceptance or agitation to strike! Action!
Resist the chains and mortared walls,
Build your own and break them down
Live and allow
Others the same, with their individuality
Imposed on others?
Is freedom making everyone of the same mold?
To eliminate tension
To achieve respect for all
Blend it all together
Lose what can be lost
And deny the rest
Order it neatly and
Wait. Where did freedom go?
Why is my identity disallowed?
Why is individuality forbidden?
I wasn't hurting anyone
Can't we just
Be?