Throw off your shackles, rejoice be free,
ignore the person your're expected to be.
Shed the false, metamorphasize,
spread your gossamer wings to the skies.
How many years trapped in a mold ?
Restricted by society, weary and cold.
Structured by rules made by obscure entity,
freed, your spirit is what it's meant to be.
As innocent born, naked we dance,
retain that abandon, take that chance.
Fly higher than the highest clouds,
leave crumpled below, your guilt laced shrouds.
Wild and free, a spirit released,
a future of Fruedian guilt, now ceased.
Bury your past, look toward the horizon,
ere death steals that serendipitous icon.