Thy Freedom

I carefully gazed at the blue horizon yonder. Fishes seemed to swim around tact and tender. How delightful were they, I must wonder? Not as ‘happy’ as I was, that’s for sure. Time keeps us in deep blue and blunder. Though the strength thou shall hath naught but to fire. The real freedom spells holding on to your desire. The fee is to persevere or prosper. “Welcome lad,” the folks said. “Welcome to the shire!”