Freedom’s just another word for floating on the breeze,
A flightless bird that’s found its song and wings,
A carousel suspended in current’s twirling ease,
Carousing, fulsome-throated as it sings.
Flight, another fantasy, for rising in the air,
Above the noise and fracking far below,
Penchant of the pensive and all dreamers everywhere,
New direction for a world that spins too slow.
Upwards is a preference as onwards to the wind,
Uninhibited, unleashed, euphoric verve,
Harmonious high in helium’d mind,
Flight of visions distant, sought by nerve.
scottishmomus 
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose, nothin’ don’t mean nothing if it ain’t free.
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Mind flight’s free. 😉
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until they figure out how to legislate thought
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And that, most definitely, is when I’d fly off into the wide blue yonder.
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I’ll be flapping along right behind you
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Such a beautiful flight you pen here. I wish you all the best for 2015; Happy New Year!
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