Shapeless Thoughts

Of the kinds of freedoms that are,
Only one seems to have no bar

No boundaries of rightness or bonds of shame,
No rules for structure or forms for frame.

There's no universe to limit the scope,
Since every corner is mine to grope

I have no fear of guilt or doubt,
And noone to mock me or to flout.

For what I think is only mine,
To strangle or to refine!

And yet there's only a small array,
Of words - to express your say...

Then it is ironic, is it not?
To bind one... born as free as a thought...