Broken cage

Broken Cage
A lot of time maybe now later or then
I would wish i could turn off my emotions and not feel. The pain, the troubles, the disappointment of a man fighting a war in the frontline who just got hit and is on the floor struggling to  survive from the raging waves and storms of the ocean in a stormy wind where the thunder and dark clouds becomes what is seen and heard and life is the battle ground and the ocean of storms. I sat down in the dark room on the tile floor listening to the music play as i get carried by those thoughts I drowned  myself in as I struggled to relate the paradox of choice one is faced with every day of life.  What mistakes we made we still failed to understand, In a country where the people are but slaves to themselves and bound to ignorance. For as the breeze blows, i hope it blows my troubles away so far that i never get to see them anymore. As i walk pass them as they comes.  What's peace without freedom? Freedom in the mind and freedom around. What's peace other than sense of fulfillment and true freedom?