Stray in the City

Freedom.  One small word with a whole lot of meaning.  I stare into the distance, where one single statue represents that one word to many.  However, in this large city, am I really so free?

I’m small.  There are thousands, even millions, of people living in this city, and the size of the buildings remind me that I’m nothing more than a speck.   What’s wrong with being a speck?  The littlest person can make the biggest difference in the world.  Even though I’m somewhat of an important person, there are many people more important than me who will try to ruin my way of life.