Totally Free
I’ve cut the cords that once held me—
no rusted hinges, no iron key—
just wind‑kissed plains where thoughts can roam,
and every heartbeat writes its own poem.
No ledger’s weight, no ledger’s line,
no whispered “must” that steals the time;
the market’s clamor, the clock’s tight seam,
have faded like a half‑forgotten dream.
In the hush of a sunrise, amber‑gold,
I watch the sparrow claim the sky, unrolled—
its wings, a parchment, fresh and bare,
sign the contract of the open air.
I walk through streets where traffic sighs,
yet my mind is an un‑laden kite,
tethered only to the pulse of now—
a drumbeat that belongs to every vow.
The world, a canvas stretched and wide,
awaits the brushstroke of my stride;
no patron, no critic, no vaulted throne—
just the simple joy of being wholly known.
So let the world declare its price, its fee—
I’ll laugh, and dance, and simply be;
for in the quiet of a breath unbound,
I find the anthem of the totally free.
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