10/23/12
I step out into the midnight air
Hearing thunder calling out to me
Somewhere out there
I shiver
And I can see my breath
Billow out
Escape free
I think out loud
"How lucky you must be"
To be free of chains
To have no laws
Or rules to follow
I sigh
And hold back a scream
"How lucky you must be, indeed"
With no pride or pain to swallow
And no faces to avoid
Not a single Hitler to bow to
Nor any empty, broken voids
"I wonder what it feels like to be free . . ."