Freedom

He took steps

Towards freedom

Something he would never find

Yet he never gave up.

He would move everyday

Closer and closer towards

Something he would never find.

It wasn’t hope

That drove him,

But instead it was

Something he would never find

Which pushed him so.

He truly had no meaning

To do so, yet his love

For

Something he would never find

Was too great.

Through the heat of days

And the coldness of the people

He felt, he took it as a challenge.

One that had a prize so great;

As it was,

Something he would never find.

And the love he felt for this prize

Was true; more than him in every sense.

This love drove him so far,

So far towards

Something he would never find.

Even if he wanted to stop,

He never could.

His love and his heart

Forced him to move closer and closer

To freedom from themselves;

Of course, it is

Something he would never find.

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