What is freedom?

Is it the air combing through your hair on the back of a motorcycle

as you race against the wind?

Is it moving your body to the sound of music,

allowing your heart-rate to fall in sync with the beat?

Is it holding hands with the person you love

without checking left and right?

Is it falling asleep to the sound of steady rainfall,

and not the blaring of gunshots and distant screams?

Is it speaking your thoughts out-loud

without the pounding of your chest?

Is it reaching the places hadn’t been before

as your hands guide your wheels along the ramps?

Is it the smell of fresh air?

The warmth of the sun against your skin?

Or the feel of cool grass

pressed against your bare feet?

What is freedom?