Happiness and Freedom

What holds true is the dawn after the dew.
Mist fading like light, the bright sun screaming from the night.
Twisting through the cold, shaking until an answer you behold.
To that everlasting question, leaving so much left to mention.
Happiness or Freedom... Which is the master in this fiefdom.
Who plows the field and gathers meat? Whose covered in jewels with new shoes on their feet?
Is life worth living in chains; if your smile is what's maintained?
Or is a frown your peak separating you from the meek.

Now I'll sit and postulate how to make happiness my state.
Not through physical things, I don't want the debt all that brings.
I'm talking of things most glorious that are needed to breed true happiness.
This must come to each in their own, I bet one can find it even when alone.
Could there be a universal way, to rid us of all this dismay?
How can we still be satisfied, when we know were being pacified?

So here enters the idea of freedom, into our most gracious kingdom.
Many men lay wrapped in chains, while others remain captives inside their own brains.
A day may come when you break and flee, from all the things that bring you glee.
No longer working as a slave. No marker placed upon the grave.
Instead you stand tried and true. A place for you kept where the angels flew.

Some may say it's all the same. That freedom breeds happiness once it's attained.
Other now shouting out amongst the crowd "Freedom and sacrifice! Happiness for the proud!"
Others now louder screaming in sync " Happiness is life! Freedom isn't what you think!"
This type of talk not meant for the sane... Madness I'm sure is what it became.

Happiness and freedom both states of mind. Funny how they seem to belong to a certain kind.
The thoughts and actions that must hold true, are akin to that of the Golden Virtue.
Unless you are cut out from this mold, these virtues you may never behold.
If this be the case then do not fear, just stand close and watch the wave come near.
Standing here in front of the tide, Is the best place to learn the laws to abide.
You'll learn of their powers and of their creation. Swooping down on you like a constant revelation.

Once I said to watch close the river. But that's like watching a grown man quiver.
In order to understand what brings him fright, live in his skin if only for one night.
You'll see him shake, and see him cry. You see a part of him he wants to die.
It keeps him from freedom and true happiness. It leaves him lying in eternal bliss.
So stand not in my wake but by my side. Living with the ebb and flow of the tide.

{T}