The Division of Freedom and Society

He sat on the beach without a care, water at his feet, the wind in his hair. Consumed by the sand and the ocean and sky he forgets his confusions, delusions, and lies... and he feels he can fly. Escaping the world with an ocean-front view; the only thing real in his world of un-truth. His smiles and clients know not the same life; the first brings him joy; the latter brings strife... but the beach gives him flight. Bathed in the moon, he watches it dance on the dark ocean surface; he rarely finds chance. He basks in the moment, his spirit renewed. Freedom from bondage, restriction, and feud... he is lost in the night. and yet, he is found; he is kept safe and sound. and looking around for another like him. but soon he sees that no one is pleased with the life that they lead and with God they plead for a life much like his unlike theirs, which is constantly busy. then he looks to the ocean the moon and the sky; and then to the city and people and lies. though he knew for some time now he could see the division of freedom and society.