Why does man crave freedom, what does he think he is to live zealous,
I once dared stare at a lonely midnight star, it twinkled like a thousand diamond crust,
The night sky tells a secret if you look keenly, not in shooting stars or red moons on Constantine,
Thinking about what makes people feel free, about individuals who roam the Earth with much glee,
But,
Suddenly the lonely midnight star disappeared, was instead met with cold from northern hemispheres,
And the big wide dark sky felt dead and ugly, could see owls flying home in pairs unluckily,
And I wished that the lonely midnight star could remember, That staying still makes you hear the earth tremors,
It appeared again!
And I understood that freedom is foreign,
I understood,
They will call this freedom.
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