“I’m not who I want to be,” you know

My journey not clear the destination

Sometimes indifferent. . . so much to divide to separate

The chaos of choices not my own

The dreams the fantasies unfulfilled

Escaping through laughter and fun times opaque

Music to my ears so soothing even the thunder

The voices of authority hard times responsibilities

Distant friendships longing for presence

The brotherly love far away in the land of the freedom

The bonds of sharing so intimate melancholy memories

Soft touches and sweet embraces of feminine beauty

To love or not to trap and grasp the mind in natural desire

A heart so big so strong for humanity

And the year of the decade for maturity arises

Giving rhythmic cadence to independence

Options for freedom choices