Wish I Was Free

Wish I was free

As freedom was bestowed on me

I took birth in a free country

Am I really free?

Freedom is my birthright

I think I heard it right

Wait a minute, is freedom defined right?

Why do I have to think before I write?

If I can’t write my thoughts freely

If I have to think within the standards of society

What makes you say I am free?

If I have to look around before I speak my mind

If I have to mince my words and my writings

If I have to check for acceptability

I recently visited “Christiania” a free town

It was safer than our society

Then and there I felt free

No one was telling between wrong and right

I could breathe freely

Every wall was filled with expression

Without thinking about wrong or right

Every part was buzzing with energy

I was feeling so light

When I saw the people there,

I wished I was free