7. Free

7. Free

To be perfectly honest,
sometimes I feel the need to be free.
A yearning to face my fears
and try to make it on my own.
I want to love recklessly,
let my hair blow in the wind.
I can see her, the girl I want to be,
she’s right in front of me,
living on the edge of it all
without a care without a thought
of what the future might bring.
Wish I could throw off these shackles,
break free of these four walls
find some one new to be.
I’d abandon myself,
left behind on the shore,
and I’d tell him everything I really feel.