What Is Freedom?

There are no limits

In this haven beyond the sea

I can experiment with four-dimensional creations

And listen to the ponderings of a gust of wind

The joy and excitement are exhilirating

Thoughtforms and conceptual objects

Burst into reality

There is no TV

There is no PS3

There is love and art

Nothing permanent

Like waves the laughter comes and goes

Not short snickers

Ransomed by a joke

This is something you can't contain

You may never know absolute freedom

'Tis not Anarchy

'Tis not a drug trip

'Tis not death

It's the universe slappin' ya on the back and sayin',

"I'm proud of ya, kid.

Now go have some fun."