A dove in the sky,
It flies freely.
The smoke from my cigarette
It crawls up on the particles of air,
It flies freely,
It crawls on my skin too,
Leaving its scent deep within...
A woman is walking on the street,
Is she free?
A mother and her child
They smile to each other,
Are they free?
Are we, the alive ones, free?
Or maybe life is just a prison,
We go through it just to realize that
The real freedom is death...
Will my spirit be free after I die?
Can I fly above oceans, above mountains,
Can my spirit rise up in the sky like a skylark?
Can I sing as a nightingale does,
Without being trapped in the range of my vocal chords?
Does freedom really exist or is it just an illusion?
Maybe it’s just a concept produced by my mind,
Ever searching for perfection...
Will my writing tell the story, for eternity?
Or maybe it has no power and
It will fade away like smoke?
Is there freedom in immortality?
©2006 Elya Thorn
Elya Thorn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-and-immortality/
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