Finding Freedom

Freedom. That elusive state of mind, Cherished much, different in kind, Sought after by the soul of man, Seeking, foolishly, in far off lands, Freedom; are you on the wings of the birds, Traversing the sky in organized herds? Or perhaps you are found in the heart of the youth, Living for the moment, yet to see the truth? Freedom; are you the wind that kisses the trees, Invisible yet felt in the form of a breeze? Or maybe you are hidden in violent rage, In the tears that...