Freedom can overrun us with its endless opportunities.
We can become overwhelmed by the amount of free decisions we can make.
Crazy by force that this freedom of decision brings with it.

We can freely decide on negative things or we can try every day, every hour to use this power to create.
And this is exactly what the following is about:

Freedom
Cheerfulness of being, or burden to be unhappy forever?!
To be free means to be condemned to freedom. To be forced to make a decision every day, every hour to be free in freedom.
That is freedom!
But what is freedom?

A state in which someone is free from certain constraints?
The autonomy of a subject, objectively judging what autonomous means?

The origin lies in the Germanic „Frihalsa“, which means as much as someone who owns his own neck.
Do you owe your neck?
Is it yours?

And me, the noose was put around my neck. Pulled, Tightened, completely bent I stand there now and I say what I think.
I say the truth, because I am free to say, what is true.
True is that I have no idea what is true.

I am condemned to freedom!
Forced to make a decision, every day, every hour.

And the rope robes me my words.
The noose diffuses them where they remain unknown.
At the bottom I was alone.

I stand here, in the chaos of my thoughts;
Free from all barriers I rush from one thing to the next.
Distraction, that is my life scraps
to avoid myself in freedom
All alone between them.
My thoughts,

free of barriers, say welcome here at the bottom of the facts. In fact, I must say, for long no one has been down here.
There is dust.
Brews up, on all the books, like a tornado which breaks my layer.
Breaks in like this poem.
Words that meaningless mean to despair, to unite you at the place where one cares.
At the bottom of the facts, where I actually say: I am all there.

Alone, in freedom together
with all my thoughts. Free of my barriers.
do my thoughts turn and turn and turn….
Stop!

And you? Where are you?
Running uncomfortably, uncomplainingly from one bar to the next.
A beer on you, a beer on them and it happened you are trapped.
You are unfree free of your crazy thoughts. Crazy for them, your life shred.
Your distraction to not stop and think.
You shrink and call it determination!

But like you, is a whole nation!
Which lyingly convinces itself to enjoy
a ploy finding meaning in compensation of missed life chances.

Chances of living victory.
Veni Vidi Vici!

But nobody came and said stop.
And no one saw the overload.
But freedom came and won over you with its power.
So you sit there in all this freedom. Between all this opportunity, still lamenting that you’re breaking in.

Scared of wasting yourself, your time.
scared of missing living victory.
Scared of not making enough of it.
Scared of your life lies.

Paralyzed. Trapped.

Rapped in your thoughts, which are at least free of barriers. And these carry us to the plank of reason, force us to jump.
Force us that every day, every hour we must decide, decide, decide ….
Stooopp!

Crazy in my mind, everything is blown.

Still standing here.
The craziness of myself and me and I can tell you we’re not in peace.

Yes freedom;
Cheerfulness of being or the condemnation of being exposed to too much opportunity, too much responsibility?

Freedom means power.
Power means making.
And what are you creating with your freedom?

Are you lamenting about missed opportunities?
Or Do you try every day, every hour to use this freedom?

To use this freedom to shape your life as you want it.
Or are you hostage of freedom?
Paralyzed trapped rapped.

You have it in your hands!
You have the freedom!
You have the power to make

Create!

by R.R.