Freedom

When is one really free,
From constraints that bind and flee?
Is it when one’s alone,
In a space that’s unknown?

Is it when one’s outside,
Under the vast open sky,
With the wind in one’s hair,
And not a single care?

Is it when one’s with friends,
And the day never ends,
With laughter, love, and light,
Making memories so bright?

Or is it when one’s heart,
Is at peace and in part,
With the path that it’s on,
And the journey it’s gone?

Maybe it’s all of these,
In moments, big and small, that seize,
And make one truly free,
From the worries and debris.

For freedom is a state,
Of mind, soul, and fate,
Where one finds harmony,
In all that life may be.

-Mani