In a small room
With a stale smell

I want to go out!
I want to meet the people in the fields
I want to smell the freshness in the air
I want to be free

But what is freedom?
And where, exactly, can it be found?

I’ve had moments on vacation
At the cottage
With spaciousness and beauty
Where suddenly I feel trapped

And other moments
Working hard
In the garden
Feeling free

So where does it exist?  And how does it appear?

It seems to come when my mind stops grumbling about the harshness and awfulness of life
And my hearts sings clearly of the beauty

Determined to be free
That’s why I’m living
Determined to be free.