Physically free, mentally enslaved. Oh I wonder what it truly means to be free.
They told me I am a human-being, however, all I seem to be doing, is doing.
Doing the job, doing the adulting, doing, the most.
Oh how can it be so, that the freedom I seek, the peace I so desperately desire,
Lies in be-ing. Being my true self without restraint.
Being real. Being authentic,
For authenticity breeds peace and with peace, happiness follows.