Selfish freedom

I put on my worn out shoes and stumbled out the door,
Dusted down and looked around I won’t come here no more,
I got the bus then got the train then I lost my way,
Such was my destination i knew that’s where I would stay,
Forget the memories I once had they’re now but dreams,
I’m off to see the laughter, tears and screams.

First I went to Calgary why I do not know,
Then I went to San Jose, Detroit and then Rio,
When I got to Vina Del Mar I began to pine,
I saw a soul that I longed to be mine,
I asked if she was rooted or if she was free,
And then in no time at all she’d ran away with me,

We had no money, no abode no plans in our mind,
We got what we needed wherever we could find,
We liked to think we could live our lives without a care,
We were living our lives in a way that was so rare,
We did whatever we wanted whenever we could,
We even had a child our flesh and blood,

We found ourselves in Sydney it was there I got employed,
She did not like it said that the old me had been destroyed,
I said that the child he needed some good stability,
She said that the child he was but a disability,
And so she disappeared and left us on our own,
She cared not her true colours they were shown,

In a year I got a postcard from Philadelphia,
She asked about our son and if we were wealthier,
As time went by I got postcards from all around the Earth,
My son had no memory of her who gave him birth,
He asked me as a child why his mother ran away,
She was too much a free spirit for to stay,

Amsterdam, Vienna, Valencia and Rome,
All these places one and all she called her home,
She said it was I who freed her from a mundane life,
But I now had a mortgage and the average person’s strife,
My son one day he vanished to live my own youth,
To be free I miss it so that is the truth