A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Freedom

Freedom is priceless,

yet a price was paid.

Bondage and pain hanging like a necklace,

that's the world we had made.

Then over time with a trickle effect,

voices began to rise,

the best weapon our ancestors could select,

as they envisioned us free like birds in the sky.

But even birds still have to rest,

and likewise we've found a new master for our obsession,

those before us gave their best,

and yet we chain ourselves to useless possessions.

Living lies,

and avoiding the truth,

covering our eyes,

and blocking the sky with a roof.