Freedom

Sunny afternoon dispels
The mundane of today's work.
If I look at freedom,
In all it's issues of basis,
I think I might have at least a crumb
Of the the prized posession.
I am free,
In that my mind preserves itself,
Not in that which fills my pocket but
Rather in words and music
And the joy in keeping company
With all walks of fine people.

I really despise money, truthfully.
Though it gains to one thing,
It costs so much to acquire.
It makes people driven in very silly ways.
But we are all forced to reconcile
These things, and can live accordingly,
As our hearts desire.

Some people feel a need to impose
Themselves into the world by
Impressing achievements.
Be it land, wealth or fame,
A need to make their mark in eyes
Unknown. How silly. There are too many
Of us to be impressed, and to impress,
But if you can make a good impression
On one dear fellow, and do good by it,
Why would you ask much more?

I live for the love of words. They bring
Something in me much more valuable
Than any day's wages.
I live for the love of music,
The true currency of humanity.
I live to seek and give love.
It is so honest and right.
And freedom is thus manifested.