Chasing Freedom?
On the wings of an eagle
POETRY
We Long For
We chase freedom.
We envy the eagle soaring about the heavens.
An open highway, four wheels, and a full tank of gas;
That is what freedom must feel like.
We dream of the traveler.
His home is the world,
Never bound, never restrained.
What if freedom is a myth, a lie that cannot be achieved?
For, that eagle is free only in our imagination.
Its unending skies are tied to its search for survival.
The car is confined to the asphalted pathways, making a web of our earth.
The end of the road marks the end of its journey.
The traveler has no home at all if no one greets him upon his return.
If no one waits for him, if no one longs to hear tales of his adventure, is that even freedom?
Perhaps it is not freedom we seek after all,
Save merely the freedom to find what we truly long for:
Purpose.