Freedom

I don't want wealth or power or fame or fortune.
I want freedom.
Oh how I yearn for it.
I want it so bad, that sometimes I believe I am free.

But I'm not.
My future is not my own.
Neither are my options.
They are controlled by predisposed conditions to which I am held subject to.
I long for the day when I'll be set free from these.

I feel it. It's there, in font of me just waiting.
The freedom to live out my life with out this weight on my shoulders.
Freedom that will let me breathe, smile, and sleep a whole night through.
Freedom that will finally end the shaking in my body, and wipe clear this anxiety from me.