Freedom or passion?

Sometimes I think

If I were freed

Freed of the greed to live

Freed of my loved one’s creed

Freed of the tug at my heart-strings

Freed of the society of my breed

Where would I fly?

How high would my imagination soar?

Would it explode out through the crater?

Wander faraway into the Milky Way?

Away from the pull of gravity

That relations exert as they hold sway

Would I then be able?

To unlock the molten lava of my words

And char into black ashes

Every life form that I set eyes on

Or would I be the comet?-

A ball of fire that rarely visits

And sets a whole community of living beings

To imagine the worst and best that could be

If I were to hit the face of earth with all my might

Or maybe…just maybe, I am wrong

The mind that’s able to conceive in captivity

Perhaps gives birth to a beauty

Who mesmerizes with the flutter of her lashes

And holds out a promise so great

Of being consumed by a burning desire

Much powerful than a volcano or comet

An all consuming fire of imagination

Like foreplay heightens the hidden passion

Ah! Would I then trade freedom for passion???