I met a man who said to me
that I could never be really free.
Tell me what’s free”” was my reply.
He said “The right to choose to die.”
“Does that mean if I choose to live
then my own freedom I must give?”
I asked him; now slightly confused,
the sense of this my mind refused.
No answer was his one retort;
so much for answers lightly sought!
Now I wander without a care,
and where I go, freedom is there.
Because now while I’m still alive
the search for freedom is my drive.