Flying

Freedom. the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint. absence of subjection to foreign domination or despotic government. the state of not being imprisoned or enslaved... how about the power of self-determination attributed to the will; the quality of being independent of fate or necessity?... Where are our hopes headed and our lives leading?

I wish I was a butterfly, I'd fly away from here. I'd find a spot high above the clouds with the wind in my face where I can't hear a thing from down below. I'd imagine that all the people are still "yamming on" in all their ways and I'd probably be right. I'd fumble through all these thoughts, like spring cleaning, dropping them one by one until I'm flying free. The floors swept, the blinds opened... fresh new beginnings. Tasting the air for the first time again. Not a word would come off of these lips just breath coming in.

Can we stand to stand still? If I stayed home today the world would carry on without me, but it would change. I would change. Change is so blatantly unavoidable. Lord, when will you carry us home. We are weary souls, desperately burnt without your constant renewing. Tired, done, and undone. Help us to feel free, live free, be free, independent from the realities of this tiresome world. Freedom.