Busy city morning.. kids run for the bus.. speeches heard from far away.. say ‘what about us?’.. in each mind is a dream.. some dream song and dance.. in their heart.. the best part.. dream of love, romance..
going to earn money.. go to learn a trade.. aspired professions.. sacrifices made.. held tongue in tongue lashings.. so afraid to speak.. okay reason is.. freedom ends each week..
of vindictive yes, restrictive control extort boss.. free from disappointments.. from past ache or loss.. have some money for the party.. honey loves with me.. working for what I love.. weekend sets me free..
I can write a story.. when I wash a car.. I can look through microscopes and ponder movie stars.. acting in my story.. each of them right here.. in the place called Thinking St. at Fight Freeze Frontier..
Find a sense of reason.. find a sense of true.. sometimes written true by those who came before you..
gut will tell me safe or warning.. trust my eyes to see.. apprise joining with the sound.. what brings peace to me..
The ongoing need for freedom proves itself worthy each time around..:-)Peace T.