Bound by my very desire to be free <br />I watch the fox roam the yellow lit street <br />in depth of night it quietly slips by <br />with a shining in its startled eyes <br />and then on to the river running by <br />confined by banks that not so high <br />are sometimes breached when heavens cry <br />but with a single minded purpose <br />keeps on running, running by <br />until merging with the ocean <br />gives up running with a sigh <br />and then the sun shining in the sky <br />so self reliant, but I know <br />one day it too must surely die <br />and join the universal ocean, I. <br />Cry freedom cry <br />this is the only way that I can find <br />that which will fully satisfy <br />I follow the river as I try <br />and watch <br />and let the fox go quietly by.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-i-cry/
