freedom

freedom's just another word for something - i forget freedom's just a word, they say - and yet every night we dream - and of what? only freedom - the door we can never shut why else in dreams do we fly? or care if we die? the murmurs from a distant shore there must be, must be something more i ran away to find it, many years ago walked the empty highways, in sun and snow waiting for freedom to call my name but the beautiful whispering voice never came the only voice that came to me was asking for my i d at the end of the endless trail the dreams were all for sale