Magical vastness of open blue sky,
Endless waves roaring in the azure sea,
Bring me to question and to wonder why,
How is it they are absolutely free?
Colorless whistling wind goes where it may,
Curling and swirling its uncharted route,
Assisting some winged creatures on their way,
As a boxcar would for a roustabout.
Ubiquitous blackness is a canvas,
Glowing rocketing comets passing by,
Their erratic paths seemingly ceaseless,
Majestic freedom brings tears to the eye.
Seeing signs of great freedom everywhere,
Why is it these many chains I must wear?