Freedom

Freedom: an ultimate goal, but which is unattainable.

We can never truly be free.

If we ever get what we want,

We're stuck in this endless state of wondering;

continuous "what if's" haunt us like the paranormal.

And if we never get what we want,

we convince ourselves that we're eternally unhappy;

that we feel trapped by something.

Freedom is ideal?

Perhaps.

But it is also so unreal.

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