…and I had done it.
Escaped that paralyzing world.
It was a prison.
But now my tiny, ten by ten cell,
Came tumbling down to a cold, bleak floor.
Looking around me, I see nothing,
Nothing but, pure freedom.
There are no boundaries.
Just me and my choices:
Where ever I choose to go.
Whatever I choose to do.
I feel the wind blow through my hair,
I close my eyes,
I breathe in that scent.
That scent of wet dirt and the mythical giant trees.
The sky has grown dark.
Usually dark means intimidation and fear.
But I have no fears or concerns.
My mind has been set free.
The concrete sidewalks beneath my feet,
Are pathways to the unknown.
I don’t know where I am going.
And I don’t know why.
But, I know that everything that lies ahead,
Whispers tales of adventures and discovery.
I am no longer being forced to care about trivial things.
I have no worries or responsibility.
All I have to worry about is me,
And just me.
I have marched for miles and miles.
I march like soldiers:
On a mission,
However, my mission is merely a rumor,
No one knows the real origins,
And no one knows the exact truth,
But I keep going,
Spreading like an untamed fire.
Just as I was fully amerced in my glory,
I awaken back to reality…