And ah, to you dear Freedom.
I love you so . . .

I am here to separate myself and disconnect from the powers that be. I am here to break away from the captors, and down to the mild to moderate the thefts of service, and all the way to the wardens who have mutually imprisoned me, I am here to create distance from the weight and the heaviness that holds the spirit down.
I am here to let go and rid myself from all the above, like the sandbags to the hot air balloons which signify the hopes of my brand new life.
I am here to use this as my springboard and like the launchpads in the wild and vast clearings, I am here to let each baloo go, one by one, so they can fly.
Lift off . . .