To truly be free
Is to smell coffee in the morning
With a little too much cream and sugar
To truly be free
Is to see the leaves change color in the fall
As you’re driving home in the afternoon
To truly be free
Is to look in your checking account
And see a balance that exceeds $100
I can’t describe what I felt
When I crossed the bridge the first time
Seeing the buildings up ahead
I can’t describe what I felt
Counting the slugs on the porch that evening
As they made their way across to the damp soil
I made up a story in my head for them
And how each night they made their journey
I feel bad that I stepped on one
Everyone tells me that it will be okay
I believe them
But I don’t feel it
There are places where time is altered
Like the room with gray walls
And the porch with the slugs
There are places where time is altered
Like the public pool on a weekday
The water made me feel heavy
I wish I could go back in time
Be a different person
In a place where the little things didn’t matter
Instead my brain is foggy
And I lie awake at night
I want to connect the dots on the ceiling
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Sprat
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