Got to be free
even if that means to conscientiously choose to be enslaved.

The only supreme freedom lives in your mind, your dream, your believing.
For the times are enchained by "normality", powerful and natural human emotions censored.

Freedom, first in your head, with yourself, in your bed: dreaming.

Sleep, smile, be sad, love completely but no need to show it.

For the times have no time for you, choose you for the times.

There's a lot of irony about the meaning of the word "free".
For seeming free is probably the one more enslaved by his thoughts and limitations.

Freedom is, in one way, knowing that you aren't and because you
keep living chains get tired and show you light to the world.

Not easy, not easy being free.

Only the hermit is wise , the others get killed in one way or another.

Freedom is not to be lived completely for it is the union between life and death through individual conscientiousness. 

Freedom is you existing without boundaries between you and others; you and the sun, moon;
day, night; cold , hot.
Everything's the same.
Everything's one.

Freedom is not being you, it's being every single thing at the same time.

Freedom is unstoppable, freedom is being god of your destiny.

Freedom is impossible but you can make it if you believe.

Nevertheless the most pure and shiny freedom is the one that chooses to be conscientiously enslaved. 

Paradoxical, no?