There's something to be said
for freedom as the head
of our priorities.
For the feeling that we
have the ability
of doing what we please.
No one to control us
or tell us what we must
do. The independence
feels like a transcendence
of our limits, a sense
of such empowerment.
Like the last day of school,
when you regain self rule,
like a licensed driver,
go where you desire.
A friendly reminder,
your soul's not for hire.


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