Freedom

Look behind you. What do you see?

Smiling faces bidding goodbye?
Fallen colleagues cursing your guts?
Lost lovers waiting to pounce?
Trusted friends looking the other way?
Forgotten family craving you back?

Look ahead of you. What do you see?

Your children chiding you?
Your partner patronising you?
Your work withering you?
Your dreams deriding you?

Wouldn't you rather have

Worlds wanting you
The sky beckoning you
Strangers seducing you
And music making love to you?

So clean up your mess baby, clean it up good.

They're waiting for you out there.