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There is a river between Sky and Ocean, which flows into its own tune,
There is a road between land and sky,
which tells its different story,
But swimming in these waves and not to walk on the path but to fly, which is our freedom, it is still imprisoned in the cage.
Even today we have to give it a fire test,
which is made on the someone's steps,
These restrictions tell us the need and say that it is our security,
Man and woman measures different criteria, and still claim that fair is our review.
Neither reservation does not wish us,
nor the command of every bow;
We are self-sufficient, we are self-sufficient, just ask for a little opportunity.
How will you come home alone at night?
Hey ! How to work so far?
Household is also responsibility and your work,
how will you handle both?
Try to fly high, the moon is not coming in your hand!
And it does not matter just today,
This custom is centuries old.
Then why is this unimaginable, hey! So why? You and we are still trivial and simple,
Only then our anger, our fury seems to be uncomfortable.
Why not say that this freedom also boasts the sacrifice.
If we do not give equal to the right,
then remember, it also comes to snatch
Every step to fill,
Ever live choking and sometimes die,
After all, it is called the identity
On our dreams, fights, on all;
But for the appearance,only calls the Lord of a lie,
now it's just a lot of false freedom,
Now we will also breathe in the open air,
Feel free, unhealthy,
Capture this cage made from centuries!
Somewhere in this noise will be cool,
There will be darkness anywhere in the nightlight,
Maybe we've wandered,
Untold things we will hear,
Anyone who has to listen to us,
This work is not mine,
This name is not mine.
Come ahead in this race,
But why not win this,
I liked to lose in dreams,
Then why pushed this unknowingly in the swamp,
In the world of such,
Where is the crowd of the crowd,
And there is no separate identity
Let us go somewhere else,
Something else was doing and was different,
Then why come in the stampede of these wolves,
In such a noise, where such,
Give freedom to sleep hopes,
Trees, greenry decorated the day.
This stream of flowing river,
Which spread over dreams,
As the blue depth of the ocean,
Struggle of the same waves.
Spread on flying birds
Shadow of the sky
Want to reach the moon
This is the best of freedom...
@morahn wrote a wonderful post on What do your guts tell you?
What does your guts truly tell you, does it feel TRUE deep down, if it doesn't then it isn't. It might feel ethical to someone else, trust me that's their own right/norm but it's not yours because it doesn't seem right to you. What works for most people do not have to work for you, carve out your part, create your freedom don't be bound to other people's decision because of ignorance. You're your person, you should make your own decision, if you eventually agree to do things their way it should be because it feels right to you, it comes from your guts. Be FREE my friend.
My entry for the DCC contest organized by @clixmoney, check out the contest post here
Let's support #freedom 👍😊