Freedom Lost
I once was free,
But put it aside
Freedom was inside of me,
And I let it flow like a river through and beyond myself.
A free bird was I and let myself be caged.
Choosing “requirements” over my freedom.
I thought my hands were tied,
But they were not.
Alas, it is too late.
I doubt my freedom now;
Doubt it as I used to let it flow.
Can I ever go back?
I really am trying to pay attention....
Sorta