Freedom

We were free once more. We partied, we drank, we got drunk, we finally regained soberness, we pushed our birtyday boy into the pool, we fired firecrackers in risk of being caught by police. It was fun. Here's a video for enjoyment. Taken by PeakO, made into flash for user-friendliness by me.



Anyways, on to the main topic. Freedom. We have freedom. Yes, we do. But we can't see that. We tell ourself that we are not, yet we are. We are just bound by the emotions like guilt and fear. We can do whatever we like (which is physically possibly). Go rob if you wish but there are things called consequences. SkullP, you were about to lecture me about freedom? I'd like to hear your opinion.

I end with a poem

Freedom

The best of times,
The worst of rhymes,
Remember the moment,
To life, a servant.

Shackled down by chains,
In the middle when it rains,
The keys in the mud beside,
But from view, they hide.

The keys are so close,
But who needs those?
Is freedom what servants need?
Or is it as annoying as weed?

It’s your own choice,
Sit down and make noise,
Or seek to be free,
But there’s a fee.