Freedom from arduous toil
Brings with along bondage
Consciousness turns restive
Looking up to the mind
It has infinite openings
With the power to swallow
The clock we’re given
By the kind hands of life
We’ve forgotten its promise
To wait like a patient rock
Till the sun can’t rise any longer
For the blissful completeness
The freedom we choose
Is a leaf that’s left its tree
With no roots of its own
Swallowed by vagrant winds
Traveling far from home
Looking for promising places
To feed the thirst for freedom