Freedom

There are those who believe
Music is free.

Music must stay within the
Measures and rhythm written.

People believe
That they themselves
Are free to do what they wish.

We are all bound
By fate and destiny.

I look up and see
A wide expanse of blue
Untouched by hurt or
The ugliness of humans.

The sky
Is the only thing that is free.

A gentle butterfly,
Its colors a flash of
Pure beauty

It soon must die;
The colors will never last.

There may be freedom
To love who you wish

But people will always
Be trying to pick for you.

I look up and see
A wide expanse of blue
Untouched by hurt or
The ugliness of humans.

The sky
Is the only thing that is free.