Freedom's Steps Toward the unknown

The importance of freedom

Freedom's Steps Toward the Unknown

Is there a boundary, where the soul is drawn,
Do closing doors, do locks bind us?
Chains may be invisible to the eyes,
But every shackle placed upon thought is heavy, in truth.

Man seeks freedom, it is hidden within his nature,
Like a spark, ready to explode at any moment.
But this path is rough and dark,
It stands at the edge of its own existence.

Who rules over whom, who grants this authority?
Do laws make us human, or is oppression the price of freedom?
Each individual, as they carve their path,
Are conflicting ideas confined by pressure and fear?

Freedom is a challenge, lived in every moment,
Is it a war, or a battle only with ourselves?
Perhaps the greatest revolution begins in our minds,
And each broken chain lifts our soul higher.

To be bound is an illusion, a deceptive tale,
The dream of freedom hidden within every person.
States and kings cannot rule over us,
For thought recognizes no boundary, it never halts in its flow.

Our own law, our conscience is our guide,
Neither forceful rules nor external power.
Freedom is not just a right, but a responsibility,
And every individual holds their destiny in their hands, directly.

We take a step toward infinite darkness,
Behind every question, new questions arise.
The journey, heading toward an inner unknown,
We, silently, only watch our own shadow.

Ideas collide, weaving like chains,
But the fire of freedom burns in our hearts.
Every oppression secretly fuels this fire,
And an uprising is born within us, endlessly.

Is there a boundary, or is it just an illusion,
Are all the chains we think of hidden within the mind?
Do we create our own prison,
Or is this control just a mirage?

In the end, every individual will find their path,
No matter the direction, freedom is hidden within.
Our destiny rises in our hands,
And we answer only to ourselves.

In the dark night, new lights arise,
Every thought opens a new dimension of freedom.
And as we trace our own path,
Even in the dark, we chase the light, always.

The true face of freedom may be in the heart,
A fire in every heart, a rebellion in every soul.
As we carve our path, even in the dark,
Freedom becomes our deepest search, endlessly.

Author's Note

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