Off I go to do
What was once familiar
Swim, leave a note, drive
Freedom is a privilege
White lined with debt
My blood runs red
My eyes see
Through accumulated
Prejudice
My blood flows
Like the water
In which I swim
Off I go to do
What I want
Without a thought
Of another
Freedom is a privilege
Masked weighted with debt
My blood runs red
My heart beats
Through attacks of
Prejudice
My blood flows
like my tears
through all that matters.

Nice photo of such a beautiful woman. It looks like you’re contemplating the African Great Rift and the millions of years of history there. Not to mention your own history here on earth. But then again, I took the photo. Great memories.