Not anymore will she be called to task
By anyone who doesn’t really care
At anytime they feel’s within their rights
Who’ll call from any place, no matter where
If any think they own her, they will find
She’s given any parts she had to give
For any day, she’ll strike out and be gone
And anyway, it’s her damned life
To live
She pulled it off
Yes, all of it
This guy she knows
He didn’t think
That she would she
Could pull if off
But she did she
Pulled
It
All
Off
Freedom isn’t
Being unattached
Freedom can be
Travelling new ways
At new speeds
Over new surfaces
With someone you trust
Watching
And rooting for you
I don’t like to be told what to do.
And neither, I’d guess, do too many of you.
And yet, we’re all told, at what time of the day
Certain foods may be eaten. It just is that way.
But, I would rather decide by my lights.
What food I will eat when. It’s one of my rights.
A lesson I learned very young, far away –
At Waffle House, where every meal’s served all day.
Power, freedom, responsibility, diminishment, and death
This is the typical journey from childhood to the grave —
If we are granted that much time
Small children see that bigger people have more power,
And they want to acquire it
Teens see freedom as the big prize of the next age:
Freedom to do as they want
With whom they want
When they want
Young adults realize that the next stage for them,
Whether in a job or with a family, or both
Is one of taking on more responsibility.
Adults toward the end of their working years
Realize that physical and mental breakdown
And diminishment of capability
Comes with aging
And, at the end of it all
Is the inevitable
Death
We all travel different paths
But we’re all on the same trip
