Analysis of Freedom and choice, it's only wish.

Freedom and choice, his only wish.
Shackled down, he can only wish.
"Will I ever have the chance to rise" the seed cries?
A blessing from the heavens, alas, the winds blow by.
Untethered from it's root, the seed is alift.
With no destination set, the seed can only drift.

Freedom and choice, a granted wish.
Shackled down, he still has a wish.
"I want to rise!" the seed cries.
But as time flies, the heavens have no reply.
The key to his wish is a decision he must make, a decision only he can shape.
But with an infinite number of decisions, this can be a cursing gift.
Still a decision must be made, a perspective must shift.
Will he ever land and grow into a tree, or stay indecisive as a seed?
The choice is only his, we shall wait and see.
Freedom and choice, a granted wish.
Was it a wonderful gift?