Freedom is but a Paradox

Can we ever be free, unless we’re alone?
Our freedom encroaches, like a cyclone,
Crushing and destroying those of next door,
Like a wooden house, their freedoms no more.

For every freedom we gain, others lose
We battle against someone else’s viewsparadox of freedom
True freedom means that all are unbound
But this would mean that no freedom is found.

Each person could do whatever they please
They could kill and hurt and take an seize
Thus true freedom is but a paradox
So I’ll stay here behind my chains and locks.

8 responses »

  1. hey, thanks for taking the time to look at my blog and follow. I really like this poem, I’ve been struggling to write a poem about human freedom for a while now and this pretty much says what I’ve been trying to put on paper. I take from this my own ideas that ultimate freedom is kinds of an impossibility, but that’s just me!
    really like this and thanks again for following me!

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    • Wow! I am both amazed as well as impressed by how you understood the actual meaning of the poem! Actual & true freedom is actually close to impossible. Your works will be a great success I am sure because you’re a very good observer. Good luck!


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