Freedom as Oxymoron

Like a wild stallion

Running void of barriers,

Void of confinement,

Void of attachment,

Void of commitment.

A long run

Inevitably confronts a fence or wall of sorts,

The kind often jumpable,

The kind that may represent further freedom beyond.

But…

What of the kind of barrier once jumped

Becomes liberty’s threat,

A time continuum

For long distances without borders,

The kind that suggests protection,

Often ignoring the loneliness

Of the long-distance duration of time.

Is the quest to find freedom or to acquire security?

Or is freedom a part of security?

For if existence be void of boundaries,

Might floating in both an ethereal realm

And a tangible illumination

Bring about a sense of eternal?

Still…

Does such a conundrum

Beg oxymoronic consideration,

That freedom’s security

Is but a tenuous way station of momentary rest

As infinity’s grand journey

Prepares the continuance of tomorrow’s mock speed gallop?