like woven objects in daily toil
we listen for the freedom
and find the blockage of its trail; also daily.
But from the beginning to no end,
do we seek out some answers?
That freedom never exists
unless it is born within.
That ties are all irrelevant unless tied to now.
That we are no less freed by the personal life trail,
than it is set free by us.
So along no road to destiny will wind blow in our face
but that of important learning
in each breath of freedom and every step
we've trod
and now it is certain that still life is life
no other has yet been discovered
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