What is the actual, real meaning of freedom?

This is a poem I wrote as I saw a picture of my brother sitting high upon a mountain in Yosemite National Park. What a breath taking view it is.

Poem of paradox.

You can’t stop somebody doing what they want to.

Sometimes all you want to do is help somebody.

There are people who think that words are important and others who think that they are not important. That is the difference between humanists and scientists. The humanists think that people can heal in theory and with words whereas scientists think that people can heal by doing or in other words by going through some experiences.

A person keeps another at arms length for a multitude of reasons.

Barriers are put up when people get defensive.

A poem of two people from different world’s.

Taken back to past memories of a lover in time.