Freedom III

                "Optima dies... prima fugit"
                                - Virgil


Travelers on the rails,
We pass though life...
Almost oblivious to every small victory,
To every tiny gain we achieve...
Our eyes condescend-

To be like the birds,
Who fly above our dying bodies,
Is what I wish to achieve,
But yet even they...
        Are not free-

No, the word freedom has no
  revelance for today,
Every traveler steps onto the
  train of his destiny,
And is swept away to distant points
  of the galaxy...
Above us they shine like stars,
Unmoving apexes,
Looking out from slavery-

The most noble fall...
And maybe in falling they learn 
Those great, and small mysteries...
Of living, and dying and
Where the birds go in the winter, 
But what have we to look foward to
If every century ties us down to convention,
Trival ways...
And the utter lost of our individuality?
Freedom!-


                       Mister E. [CiA]