Freedom and Uncertainty

My lips part to say something
But the words do not come

I open my eyes to see the way
I see no signs; only unmarked paths

I look back and see the darkness
The staleness of where I had been

The road ahead holds no promises
Only that tomorrow always comes

I crawled out and spread my wings
My wings flutter but am I in flight?

Is there complete freedom in love?
Is there absolute freedom from fear?


A friend told me that we need to let go of three things to be truly free: Desire to have, Fear to lose, and the Need to change. Is that kind of freedom even humanly possible?