The free

The free embrace anonymity

A sign of true maturity

They are simple and reticent

Readily embracing the innocent

The free have no hostility

They exude tranquility

Through this brand of silence

Comes their guidance

The free always smile

In them, there’s nothing to rile

They can measure the depth

Into which everything is swept

The free remain young

On them, age can’t be sprung

Living in the timeless

They remain nameless