A Freedom which Limits

The tracks, they danced to the roll of the train
Who, gaining momentum, wished to escape
The powerful wind neighing with tears of denial
Crossed with the calliphony of lovers' farewells.

The rocking coach did cradle my departing tears, which
Complimented the neck craned towards love
Love - now but a speck in the adventurous eye
A spectacle for the skeptical, wandering mind.

Yet reminded I was of the way that lay ahead
The 'road to freedom', is what they still say
To discoveries to explore, and marvels galore
To be gone with the wind, yet have your control.

And as the nights passed on by, filled
With new species of seeds blossoming into thought,
There came a night, when in a cherished dream I
Mused of love, of what I had left behind.

A sacrifice so selfish never had been made
Whose innocent wings, seeking enlightenment
Often fell to the ground, for they had left behind
The part they most loved, now but a hole in the heart.

And so was freedom marred by the beatings of love
Grasping for its identity, in hapless thin air
For is freedom as whole and free as it could be
When following your heart is subject to slavery?

What could be often limited wasn't freedom at all
How could then love make you question being unfettered?
Nothing could be more powerful than this devilish angel
For it was love down deep, nothing is more limiting,
Nothing is more free.