Freedom
it's all in your head. You hold the key.
Unlocking the shackles of your mind to emotional release;
Who are you? What is real? What do others think?
These questions no longer bother you, you are free.
Free from the curse of conscious thought.
The beauty of art, the feeling of love, and the sound of music –
Turning your ego off to the world around you.
The energy and the feeling of the moment you are in
Is the wave you ride to euphoria, lost in the sights and sounds.
That is true freedom.
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Luke McNamara
Aspiring novelist, literature graduate & former committee member for Leicester's creative writing society. email: [email protected]
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