Streets roll into puffy clouds
Glowing in the sunlight
beers, cold in the hand
Fresh air, filtered through masks
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The feeling of shoes on feet
And soles on pavement
Free from the four walls
So monochromatic and restricting
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The heart sings
In glorious hair metal wails
The pulse, a swelling guitar
From a ‘70’s hard rock solo
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The afternoon will roll on forever
Our sauntering, aimless in such luxury
Without reason, only to be
Free as freedom is free
