Freedom

I can't fight this feeling any longer.
My final night in this mournful, unaided prison.
I will shortly be released and allow my fantasies to become reality.
Taking my first step outside, one foot in front of the other allowing each stride to onward my life from this misery.
Eager to feel the brisk air blowing against my body peeling away the impaired layers of my soul.
The impetuous sun stimulating my intellect to think sensibly and maturely.
Finally I am free to forget this futile life I onced fathomed.
No longer looking back, I cry out freedom, freedom, my Freedom has arrived.

Awesome! I like this one. Freedom, ah who wouldn't want it in one form or another, free to be who we are. smiles