Bounded Freedom

What does it mean to live life on your own terms, what does it mean to be free?
When the congestions and constrictions cease to exist, how does it feel?

It certainly isnt flamboyant or flashy! Is it pallid then? As you become aware of and percieve your state, will you call it contentment? With no restraints to despise, you cant really call yourself alive! For what fun is it, what kind of life is it if you arent living on the edge?

You wont let your backbone crumble for you are adamantly convinced.The fortitude within tells you that you're right even when the world laughs at your resoluteness and calls you a fool!

The reasonings are illogical and haphazard.And they are better that ways. Clearity is intimidating and tangled identities are today true.

The disarrayed wants push you to dangerous permeable boundaries. Yet the impassable trait breathing in you holds you back.....you are not free!

The encroaching limits turn scary. Even the most resolute soul dwindles and meanders. It deviates. It does what it never wanted to do.

And is left with just one question...."What does it mean to be free?"