Midnights

I don't want to be alone

I don't want to be with people either

I just want to be with places

In places

with the memories that have been made

And the possibilities that still remain there

I just want to see the world

It's huge, isn't it?

The world?

It's the best feeling, isn't it?

To stand outside and look in?

So many people, I wonder what their stories are

I could walk and run, collecting them all

So many beautiful places, I could never see them all in one lifetime

But I could chase time like I hope to catch it

That sounds wonderful, doesn't it?

And maybe it's cowardly too

To stand outside and look in?

I never have to think about myself

So many people, why would one matter?

Maybe to you it might not be a life worth living

To never stay in one place long enough

To find love, build friendships, make families

Have babies, hate jobs, love money, know hurt

But that sounds wonderful, doesn't it?

Yes, it does

It sounds like

.........................Freedom

Except this world that I hope to see

It's built on paper, on money

I spread my wings, One flight

and I'm collapsing under the weight of expenses

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Freedom is a mirage.