To Be Free
You may say you’re free When your cares aren’t enslaved to duties, Your hours not bought by greedy seniors Nor abused by cold institutions. But that’s not freedom to me, my friend, That’s not freedom to me. You may say you’re free When you traverse the world with abandon, Consuming various cultures In search of dormant wisdom. But that’s not freedom to me, my friend, That’s not freedom to me. You may even say you’re free When you’re bound with the one, The one who makes the world melt away, Embosomed in nectared affection. But that’s not freedom to me, my friend, That’s not freedom to me. I’ll know that I’m free When moods have no power to spoil me. When I’m no longer dragging my past Nor left surveying my future. When I can just be, my friend, When I can just be.