Land of the Free

Oh how I long to be free. To feel like i did when i was starting out in life as a young adult when i had dreams that were not attached to a warning that i actually listened to. I long to laugh at silly things and to have peers around me that everything made sense enough to laugh about together.

I long to live in a world again where I didnt despise the wicked because I just went about my way and didnt have people that I loved to warn ahead of time.

I long to wear my hair in a way that feels good to me, not that it is in style anymore but that it makes me feel like myself.

I long to walk outside without asking for permission from 9-5.

I long to raise my kids without discussing it with the world first, to take them on vacations without threat of being on time.

I long to walk in my own shoes again. The gal I have loved and missed for all too long.

I want to tell boring people they are boring and tell smug people to lighten up.

I want to show the world how truly free I am by living barefoot on the sands of a sunny beach without a suit to my name besides a bathing suit.

The obligations of the earth have captured me and I have been held prisoner by the dollar bill and held down by the weight of others opinions.

I want to tell you the truth to set you free and because I am stuck witnessing your stupidity.

Let me go please let me go so I can join my own world again, where I am free to be me. In the hair I was born to wear and the feet that long to be bare, set me free.