Streets roll into puffy clouds

Glowing in the sunlight

beers, cold in the hand

Fresh air, filtered through masks

The feeling of shoes on feet

And soles on pavement

Free from the four walls

So monochromatic and restricting

The heart sings

In glorious hair metal wails

The pulse, a swelling guitar

From a ‘70’s hard rock solo

The afternoon will roll on forever

Our sauntering, aimless in such luxury

Without reason, only to be

Free as freedom is free 

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