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Freedom, Nowhere Was Home
October 31, 2014
I had a dream
I had wings,
Only a spirit
Liberated from my body
Freed from this earth
I traveled alone
because, well
that is freedom
In tunnels of air
Between buildings and slabs,
beside pillars of concrete stone
Above cities and oceans
their lights were all stripped
you could bearly see the waves
just hear and feel them
And even night time animals crept
only in their own dreams
...
I had a dream
I had wings
Freed and liberated from reason
from boundaries and true exsistence
I was flying
I was soaring
A loose and wandering spirit
Nowhere was home
© Allison F., Langhorne, PA
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People tell you you can do anything and live anywhere and be anyone, but sooner or later you have to choose between passions and people. Nothing is free and everyone needs someone to love and somehwere to go home. But in dreams there is no reason. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. When I woke up, I was loved. When I woke up, I was home.