Freedom: 1

I should like to find out

What is in a snow globe

Is the same glittering water I see? 

Or is it something else entirely? 

The world turns like a middle school softball game

What once was "good" is now a "foul"

What once was "foul" is now "good" 

The line shifts and vanishes like opal butterfly wings

And no one speaks a word of them

A silent secret that everyone knows

A silent cage that each person stands in

Is there any way to freedom, I wonder?

Or are my eyes and thoughts the iron bars

That trap me and bind me? 

Is freedom the world's gift to me

Or my gift I must give myself?