I am promised freedom
In this great big shining sea
Full of people and plenty of places
And millions on millions of faces
But when I stop and wonder
About what freedom really means
I think quietly to myself
So that no one can hear and disapprove
But what am I worried about
I have nothing at all to lose
Are you sure that this is what it means?
If this is really freedom, I don't want to be free.
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/19647234-288-k246393.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
Constellations Of The Mind
ŞiirThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.