What has happened
to my free spirit?
I feel as if I am in bondage.
I feel as if I will always be
in some kind of bondage.
My freedom held back by
poverty, love, responsibility.
It seems like my only relief
from this "longing to be free"
will come in my release
from this world-- this earth--
that I love
with its fragrant soil,
flowing rivers, fresh rain,
warm fires, cool breezes,
roaming animals.
All of the things
that I have no time
to experience or enjoy.
Can I be a ghost,
and just wander around
in this world--
not the next--
to enjoy sight, sound, touch
without the bondage
of physical toil?
Can I be a child again
to play in the woods
and laugh with the animals?
Please... please,
come back to me-- my free spirit. 
