Free

Oh this place
Is the definition of our youth
It underlines our subtleties
And simmers
Our blackest moods.
It is the crossroads
At which we press pause
On our days that go swirling by
So as to catch a moment,
And wave hello from afar

Oh this place,
It renders our youthful beauty
And it mimics our inner calm
It is a breath, a gap in the air
Before we face the outer world
And shout
To the heavens

Oh this place
It is where we take advantage
Of the brevity of strangers
And the quick metabolism
Of our bodies
When this sweetness
Courses through our veins
We sight at the temporary pleasure

Of finally discovering
What it means to be
Detatched
A floating entity
Drifting from corner to corner
Motivated only
By the wind and the stars

Finally
We are free