Freedom, the inner fire that feeds our most fierce dreams...
So seldom does it awake, only before we gain anything that we consider rightfully ours...
And then life becomes a prison,
of the success we have had...
In the past...
Holding us to the past
Caressing us into the past
Embracing and keeping us warm in the past...
For us there is no future, and the present,
Is just a shallow comforting embrace
into the past...
