Freedom is an illusion

We used to watch the raindrops

Cling to the window

With all the strength they could muster

Asking to be tied down

Rather than surrendering to the

Freedom to fly away with the wind

And you traced their quiet journey

To the bottom, to splash on to puddles gathering beneath

Smiling at the thought of being as free

As free as a raindrop that chooses to stay

As free as a heart that doesn’t let go

As free as a mind that sticks to old-fashioned ways

As free as a dove that flies back in to cage

And as you watched the raindrops

I couldn’t help feeling sad

To break your bubble and tell you

That no one is ever free

So I whisper ‘freedom is an illusion’

And you don’t hear me

Or you pretend not to