Freedom or Loneliness?

Imprisoned I am not...
Forlorn I am not...

Free as a bird I hover in the sky,
A sense of liberty enveloping in my sense of being
As I choose to take the flight all alone,
 I leave below a world - beautiful, yet sullen

Up there, yes, I am all alone,
But, I am closest to my soul
Hence, loneliness is a blessing in disguise,

Whether chosen or entrusted upon,

For, its an absolute joy to meet my new self,

as I realize..

To know my whites & blacks & greys,
Is a discovery in itself!
An opportune moment, I would say
Since all that was buried within for ages,

All that was ceased for years,

Would now unravel...

Its an awakening in itself...

So, let me not wonder, but yonder...
Let me wander, not render...