Lyrics

There's a skinny dog in a dirty parking lot.
And he doesn't bite, but he begs.
And he knows what's true so if you are, he'll follow you
if you're headed home all the way.
So we let him finish every dinner plate,
and we watched his tail saying "thanks, thanks, thanks."
And we tried to name him, but he ran away
once he knew his freedom was at stake.
It's the same old shit, so it's how you deal with it.
it's the glove that fits that you wear.
So when the wind blows strong, I put a few more layers on,
and I tell myself I don't care.
I might make a phone call to a better man.
To ask the questions that I have.
Like how did I get started? And where's it gonna end?
why should I treat a traitor like a friend?
-Bright Eyes "Stray Dog Freedom"

I really enjoy this song. At least the lyrics.
Freedom is a weird thing. It's a cool concept, I suppose. In a world of chance no one can be truly free because nothing is in control.
But it's odd how strongly people desire personal independence or at least the concept that they are in the driver seat, that they are in control, that they have the road map to the soul. Maybe it's a healthy thing, that is, to believe in tomorrow, to believe in the past, to believe that you are free to do anything. It's an empowering feeling, to think you know. Maybe it's more satisfying to think you know one thing: yourself. Perhaps your only true freedom is to think and to wonder and to not have a care, but just to know yourself. There is nothing that can stop that. There is no way of anything stopping you think or the way in which you do. That is your only true freedom I suppose. Though, people can impose.
There is a balance between the body and the soul somewhere, maybe. But if you fall victim to chance and die tomorrow, do you not want to die in a good mood? Maybe freedom isn't about accomplishments in the social world, or any actions for that matter. Maybe freedom is about letting your mind wander into the depths of your soul, into the stars of your dreams, into anything and everything.
Maybe it's about not being a slave, but that's not what I mean. A slave and a king have the very same freedom of thought. It's important thing to remember.

Of course maybe the point of this is a simple lesson: If you find a stray dog don't name it.