The darker eyes stared at me It fastened my breath to peak Blood flown to make them red And I saw in her eyes, what I seek The mirage of togetherness Clouded in all around But still we had a bound For our love, And the line that we shouldn’t pass.
Both bondage and true freedom depend on varying states of the clear mind. We try to bound others about whom we are insecure. We do not want to lose those people who gave us pleasant evenings and memorable moments. Even that is bondage. Freedom is cherishing those moments, wanting and creating them even more...because you want to love back the person who created magic in your life. Bondage is holding on... Freedom is creating something new..