In the chilling whispers of the night,
Thoughts begin to race, take flight.
I listen to my shallow breathing
And the thump of my heart’s rhythmic beating.
When emotions pour out one by one,
I try to escape them, I try to run.
Anxiety creeps …
Freedom. That elusive state of mind,
Cherished much, different in kind,
Sought after by the soul of man,
Seeking, foolishly, in far off lands,
Freedom; are you on the wings of the birds,
Traversing the sky in organized herds?
Or perhaps you …