Tнε Path of Faith

Last night I slept, With my hands across my chest. Tonight, I sleep again. With the morning comes no pain. I am unBroken. I am unShackled. One with the wind. One with the rain. One with the sun. One with the skies. Open road. Freedom some say, Comes at a price. Nay, I say: "This came at no price". I lie, I sigh. For now, it will suffice. The price is always walking away once confinement is implied. How to stay in one place with one person withOut the loss of freedom? That, is the million dollar question for the gods on Mt Olympus...