freedom, is not:
having the world at will
being whatever you like
having everything you want
going wherever you desire
sleeping in, while everyone else in working
staying up as long as you like
having nothing left to lose
what your willing to fight and die for
absence of constraint and determination
even a completely blank slate to write on
finally, freedom is not your state of being
if you have to think about it
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Poetic Alchemist 
Andrew: Thank you so much. Appreciate the kind words.
Paul: Thank you. and I suspect that you are right because it is essential freedom that I am indeed pointing to. Great observation.
Like Polona, I had to think — I needed that. 🙂
Thanks
Somehow this poem is reminding me of the one I did a post or two ago, Hell’s Angel. Very different in style, but as far as what I think we’re both pointing to – what might be termed maybe something along the lines of the most essential form of freedom – it seems to me that the two pieces have something substantial in common.
Dan. Thanks. Yep, the SAME thing!
Good one! Like Sailor Bob Adamson says in the title of his book (which almost obviates the need to read the book):
What’s Wrong With Right Now Unless You Think About It?
if you have to ask – you’ll never know
like this it’s one of those paradoxes
some things come from within
with others we do need some help
Polona: Thats ok. You made me laugh. 🙂
well, i did have to think about it…
🙂