What is freedom? Is it a gray wolf disguised in a shepherd hood?
Is it a bitter juice served with a mug of chocolate?
Is it a beautiful bird with two broken wings?
Is it a soundless storm that destroys all significance without any notice?
Is it an artificial desire with multiple performers?
What is freedom, and who set the rules of the superior methods?
My freedom is your delicate soul, and your freedom is my countless sigh.
My dark friend, what is freedom to you?