Freedom is my middle name
Never staying in one place
Not running the rats race
Or a horse no one can ever tame
But after all of this running around,
Always meeting someone new
People say its time to “subdue”,
“Settle down”, fear commences with this sound
Confusion sets in
What to do? Where do I turn?
What do I want? The questions burn
I don’t know, is the answer from within
To settle down or fly free,
Should I clip the bird’s wings?
What a dilemma this question brings
Freedom is acceptable to a certain degree
Well no answers found; maybe someday
It will be clear; I will find one place to stay.
going or coming here or there high or low you've got a strong self and that'll carry you through to deep freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great poem, it has very smooth read through almost like a song.8