Wish I was in prison
I would have a goal:
Freedom!
A free man has no goals:
he serves life sentence,
imprisoned by Desire and Fear.
Desire for love, money, respect;
The fear of losing all of them,
and losing the loved ones.
Freedom comes finally with death,
but of what use freedom
when you can't walk a free man
on the same earth again?
Free is the man
who you think is languishing in jail,
or the man meditating half-naked
in the Himalayas.
I want to be free.
But too cold in the Himalayas.
I would rather rob a bank.
3 comments:
Can really identify with this...thought provoking.
Beautiful, i really cud understand the correct feel of the poem. Fab!! i envy the thot...
The fear of losing all of them,
and losing the loved ones.
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