Freedom

Freedom is a luxury, an art mastered

It comes with seasoning

Years of suffering and indifference

I wear it like an ornament

It comes to me easy as breathing

But, to bond and be bound

Baby, it stifles me and holds me

It tames me, breaks my spirit

Stints my view through the glass I see

Paints colours and makes it hazy

Do you see, I don't belong here?

I lose you or not, it's still nothing

I'm free and wild as air

I can't be anchored

By a beast or an angel.

This security of having you

Doesn't wake me with false alarms

I'm steeled inside out

There is something in me

That you can't get to.

It's a reverie, it's a nightmare

Or a wishful thinking, a miraged happiness

Or someone's reality

Having that someone

To live and die for

Tangled in strings and knots

To desire and to be desired

But, oh baby, I can't, I know

I can't live for you

I'm not made of their blood

I can't and won't die for you.

We met as strangers

Strangers we still are

It's a thumb rule of relationships

That we meet and depart as strangers

Nothing changes the beginning

Or the ending

If you sit back and be an onlooker

Only the in-between is a make believe.

I can be a murderer or a victim

I can kill you and can't save you at once

There is no sense at all, you see?

I can't and won't take the middle path

Reveal what you are now or only time will tell

You'll have all of me or nothing

I will have all of you or nothing

Or too soon there will be a day

When there are no changes at all.