Freedom

It's that great time of year,
When my work is all done.
The freedom I've longed for
Has finally come.

What shall I do now?
Where should I start?
This freedom both scares me
And brightens my heart.

I could run to the beach,
To the soft golden sand,
Keep right on going,
Leave behind this land.

I could dive into the waves,
Swim out into the sea,
Latch onto some driftwood,
Let the currents carry me.

I could arrive on shores anew,
No idea where I am.
Freed from the old flock,
I am the missing lamb.

I could wander through a meadow,
Trail my hands through the grass,
Gaze curiously at the crop circles,
That on my walk I pass.

I could enter a small village,
Explore the bustling streets,
Peruse the local market,
Sample their 'world famous' sweets.

I could find myself a house here,
Four walls, a roof, a door.
Build myself a new life here,
Forget what I had before.

Yet in time I could feel imprisoned,
Yearn for the chance to leave.
Remember the life I left behind,
For the old times I could grieve.

I could flee from the small village,
Run wildly through the meadow,
Dive once more into the water...

Will the currents take me home?

I don't know.