I want to be a gypsy, I want to be everywhere
I want to leave you baby, because you’ll always keep me stuck there
I want to forget about my bills and college tuitions
I just want a grayhound ticket, joint, backpack and intuition
I want to be perfect get my masters make lots of money and make mommy proud
I wanna follow festivals and bands play hard and be loud
I want to be a ballerina clean tiny petite and thin
I wanna be a hippy, colored rags and dreaded hair again, frail with lots of stories about where I’ve been
I want to be free to go where I want and do whatever drugs, guys and things I like.
I want to be married to only you dear, have our first child buy lots of Toys ‘R Us and Tike.
I want to be well respected so I can have a memoir published as a writer.
I want live that life again feel things ecstasy and even pain, crazy, chains getting less tighter.
Why can’t you stop loving me so I don’t have to break your heart?
Why can’t I find a way to be happy and not once again tear my family apart?
I’ve always been a traveling junky, buised artistic and boned
I’ve always been a bird whom could never be honed.
Please release me to me?
Please go of me so I can be ?