Monday, December 13, 2010


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