Random Chaotic Thoughts

Something new, something different, something unheard of

No one has known the taste of living freely,

yet so many have dreamed of freedom;

so many keep dreaming and keep nurturing the dream.

So many fight over it, fight for it, stand up and stand for it.

It must be one sweetest dream,

if so many gamble everything for the sake of one single dream.

“If freedom sang a song...”, described the poet once

and it makes me wonder, makes me want to imagine that song.

Whether a dream, a ray of hope or just a mere illusion,

freedom still feels more real than anything ever experienced, felt or lived.

As we take one another by the hand

and then by our own choice raise our hands in the air;

like when we listen to each other's voices

and freely decide to raise our song throughout eternity,

our imperfect, humane version of a song freedom might sing,

it feels much more real than any other notion,

feels true far more than anything else we have ever done.

Smashing down the walls with our fists then serves as

the only real act for reconstruction of this human world.

A dream of what none of us has ever known holds the truth to our existence.

Taking one more step into the whirlwinds,

one more lap against the stream, one more smile on a bloody face,

makes it easier to realize, that some have known the impossible all along.

For a free spirit is not tied down by any shackles.