Freedom Hangs

Shh, don't make assumptions,
We all like rolling around in the grass
We all like being here, there, everywhere.
And dancing in the dark, of course.

It's an age old thing,
We've all run around, world spinning
to the sound of our lives.
Once you get past that, what is left?

We all die one day,
things come and go,
Don't hold on with an icy grip
and don't watch it all go swirling by you
while you hold everything back.

Forget those who have forgotten,
Give only as much as you want,
And don't drive home: you can't and you shouldn't.
Not now anyways, maybe tomorrow,
when you have better places to be.

And whatever you do
Don't. Fall. Asleep.
(Unless you have someone to keep you warm
it gets pretty cold on the couch)