4/9/2021 – freedom from

They often talk of “freedom to”
With little said of “freedom from”

Open sky

Without a second thought would I

Follow you into open sky

Some ask for great and wondrous things
For golden plates and diamond rings
But I want not for things so fine
Just love and laughter, and some wine

Of all the things that I could be

I wish to live unbound and free

So often do I find that I
Have turned my gaze toward the sky
And though my mind is ever wild
In those fine moments, I can sigh

I oft lock eyes w’the wheels of time
When they are spinning blinding fast
And all that I can do is cry,
“Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down!”

Sometimes I feel I watch the world
Through glass, as if I’m separate
As if I’m not a part of it
I’ve only watched as life unfurled

Now do I walk or do I run
Toward that bright’ning, vibrant sky
Toward the rising, reddish sun
Now that the day at last is nigh?

How do I seize what’s yet to be
The destiny that lies ahead
The fate today will give to me
After the sky has turned from red?

What wondrous gifts has life today
What will I see ere day is done
Which stage is it on which I’ll play
And do I walk, or do I run?