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Freedom: College Year 1 is constricting my chest, squeezing my breath
out from my lips,
I am a lobster in your wicker cage about to be pulled up.
Burst! The surface,
oh, will I see the world?
Will sound erupt as if my life has always been on mute?
What hearts have broken in these waters,
still calling out for you...
Burst! Will that pain be forgotten?
In the blooming of the truth?
My life has always been a closed room,
and I pretending to romp around in it,
giving the illusion of vastness.
I have just begun to love it,
and alas, the door has opened;
now I see down the hall and sense true distance,
a walk I'm soon to take.
Burst! This fire cloud of sunshine.
Burst! Will it take my home away?
My arms are moving in slow motion as I touch you for the last time.
As I slowly unravel the threads that have so delicately sown my life.
Maybe I have never really known goodbye.
Maybe I don't know it now.
Burst, I have to leave this place.
The world awaits, and I'm squeezing through this bottleneck to meet it.
Oh, will sound erupt?
Will I forget your face?
Oh, will what I've known and loved
be simultaneously erased?
My hands move in slow motion as I stroke your skin this one last time.
I feel a sadness and a gladness and a vastness never mine.
The trip out of water is eerie,
To everything I know, goodbye...
Burst! I am alone. Burst! I am alive.
