Freedom lies in being bold
enough to ask those echo swirls in rabbit holes;
For no more sound that blinds.
Freedom lies in being bold
To see the mountain tops, not climbed,
but seen within a kaleidoscope in chimed
minds.
Freedom lies in being bold
To feel heart's shudders and aches that breaks on,
and on,
tho blooming flowers still seed strong.
Freedom lies in being bold
and taste pain's tear droplets to find
amongst that salted ire a lingered sweet in time.
Freedom lies in being bold to smell fear but stand
tall, not fold for fortitude fights in five for; free,
bold and alive.