Freedom is that precious thing
that is delicate and lives fragile
at the corner of this being,
so bounded and caught
in the aughts of living with others.

If care is not made to feed it
in its corner and bring it out
to play in the centre of this life alive,
then it will slowly die, pecked. away,
until one day this precious thing
will be nowhere found, just extinct.

 

22/1/2018