

Loneliness or Freedom


Is it Loneliness or Freedom
When I wake up alone
The other side of the bed
Cold, empty, desolate
Is it Loneliness or Freedom
When I wander the rooms
By myself, no one there
And consider leaving
This world, this life
Everything I know,
Behind?
And is it Loneliness or Freedom
When I leave this place
No clue where I'm going
Without telling a soul?
Am I lonely?
Am I Free?
What's the difference, really,
At the end of the day
I still come home to silence
No warmth
Just cold
Dead
Air
Filling this place I call home
Freedom is lonely, I think
Because to be free
You have to be independent
And independence, to me,
Is lonely.
I think its lonely to be free
To have that ability
To disappear, whenever I want
To just…vanish. Act Like
I was never around
I think loneliness is freeing, too
You know what to expect
And how that gap
Will never fill
And yet every time
Its freeing
Refreshing, really
To be lonely
I don’t think
You can have one
Without the other
Freedom is lonely
And Loneliness is Freedom
So I don’t think
Its lonely or free
I think its all about
How you see it
I am lonely but free.
Or am I free but lonely?
I suppose I don’t know
Anymore, how It is