Free

The funny thing about freedom is

there is no one to tell you how not to

(fall in love

wreck a car

forget who you are)

I want to slip out the window

run my feet along the slick tiles

and not let anyone know

at least not for a little while

eventually I guess

I would have to confess

to tell them all the sparkling news

but for now the shine is so sharp

I keep it tucked tight against my heart

and feel it cut just a bit with each breath

liking the sting of how my skin stretches

(O skin mine you cannot stretch forever)

and I breathe deeper and deeper

driving the iced light against my skin

and laughing do it over again

because when you are free there is no one

to tell you how not to be

(reckless

and crazy

a taste of instability)

and I have finally done it I'm free

so I shall climb into the night

and into the shadows I shall whisper

because it is too early to scream

the news out over the city streets

but on the tile before I make my final leap

I shall disturb the swallow's sleep

because when you are free there is

no reason not to be

(whoever you choose

nothing to lose

you've broken loose)

So I'll take the final jump and see

how far these wings take me