What Is Freedom? Poem by April DOWN

I am becoming with such fragility
Withering like the leaves
My seasons rapidly cycling
The hardest option is to breathe

My knees knock as I clamber
Up those Rocks
The bruises portraying the discord
My emblem those muddy worn socks

My bones ache and crack
Under the weight of life
For such freedom,
I doubt we even know what that encompasses

Are we free?
Governed, trained from birth
To function in a one way system

The laws we abide by
Constantly changing to suit
The current economic societal cues

Are we aware? Self aware?
We acknowledge corruption
But can not pin point its location

Whilst my belief of freedom
Is that the wealthier we are
The more free we become

False presumptions become us
The higher you are
The further to fall.