Imagination converts to energy
where the tires meet the road.
Freedom isn’t a concept;
it breathes, it bleeds, it roves.
My chariot of two hundred horses
four cylinders full of clashing steel
Moving one hundred miles-per-hour,
asleep and “dreaming” at the wheel…
…but still Awake! My eyes are open!
I look to the future, not time that’s passed!
I chose to live in my “mistakes”;
I lost my way and I burned the maps.
Not transcendent. No, I was alone,
totally distinct in my own skin.
But once I saw that my hands weren’t mine
I decided to sail against the wind.
I said, “I’ll run away, I’ll steal my hands!
I’ll emancipate my mind!
I’ll go wherever they dare not,
and I’ll see just what I find!”
At these words, I took the feet I owned
and put the pedal to the floor.
I know that God had a plan for me,
but what if I’m meant for more?
I ate the succulent fruit of rebellion;
but I never took the Serpent’s help.
I climbed the tree, picked out the seeds,
and planted some fruit for myself!
Freedom isn’t a concept;
it breathes, it bleeds, it roves.
My chariot of two hundred horses
four cylinders full of clashing steel
Moving one hundred miles-per-hour,
asleep and “dreaming” at the wheel…
…but still Awake! My eyes are open!
I look to the future, not time that’s passed!
I chose to live in my “mistakes”;
I lost my way and I burned the maps.
Not transcendent. No, I was alone,
totally distinct in my own skin.
But once I saw that my hands weren’t mine
I decided to sail against the wind.
I said, “I’ll run away, I’ll steal my hands!
I’ll emancipate my mind!
I’ll go wherever they dare not,
and I’ll see just what I find!”
At these words, I took the feet I owned
and put the pedal to the floor.
I know that God had a plan for me,
but what if I’m meant for more?
I ate the succulent fruit of rebellion;
but I never took the Serpent’s help.
I climbed the tree, picked out the seeds,
and planted some fruit for myself!
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