The ability to run ten kilometers in forty minutes or so
The choosing to do that,
The doing that,
Every day,
Inhaling and exhaling exuberantly and rhythmically, like a
king of the open,
Is freedom.
And also
Standing tall
Or walking away > > > > smiling > > > >
Keeping silent or
Crying out loud! with happy tears
Flowing from an Auto-Emancipated heart
And to speak egotistically
With a compassionate tongue
Is freedom.
Freedom wants seawater sunlight and treeair,
Yet even the darkest dreariest dungeon can kill it not,
Neither can corrupt rulers or efficaciously tyrannical
directors of highly-something somethings:
Freedom manifests itself with equal unselfish
self-centeredness in deathbeds and children's playgrounds
Helplessly lacking in (religious) sexual squeamishness (yet
full of sexual zeal) -  
It's all freedom!
Having said that, knowing all that,
And c0-mplying - worse - c0-0perating,
With the general, pragmatic, rational, expedient (oh yes,
what a wonderful word!) scheme of things,
With conspiratorially vitiative systems, with  a n y t h i n
g  set before you Gained Consciousness,
Being not self-reliant, giving up, giving in,
Letting go of - whatever it is that all potential compliers
eventually let go of - towards their end -  
Is a form of E-N-S-L-A-V-E-M-E-N-T (you know that, don't
you?) and maybe
There's still a chance for you, you hopeless Quisling,  
Some people are known to have survived without even canned
freedom to fit on for many,
Many a lifetime.