I always think of freedom, but I still don't understand
is freedom something I must buy?
is it something handed to me?
is it something I ought to obtain by fighting?
is it something I was born with but been denied?
I always think of freedom, but I still don't understand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a gray area, a malady, yet unresolved. nice write.