What is freedom?

Freedom is the horse running wild. Nothing in its way. Just the ground and his hoofs. And the pattern he stomps on the ground.
1-2-3-4,1-2-3-4.

Freedom is the wolf chasing down his prey. To the wolf, nothing else is more important than this. Roaming through the wild; searching, watching, waiting.

Freedom is the bird soaring through the winds. It bats its wings, staying up high. Above the world, it escapes reality. And for a slight moment, it touches heaven.

And to me, that is freedom.