Freedom

From all of you
From this place
We call home
Or school
Or sports

A world of pressure
Continues to turn
Unless you take the responsiblity of
Stopping it
Dead in its tracks
On the axis

I have to become free
From everything
And you
And me
I think we need some space
Don't get the wrong idea

Who am I kidding?
We're not even an idea to you
That's what fantasies are for
Thank goodness

So now I am free
From you
And them
And this place

But most importantly
I am free
From my own
Sufficating
Immense
Necessary
Invisible

Pressure.

:D


~An Observer