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I was one a caged bird,
with nowhere to go, nothing to do.
Then one day, I called the shotgun seat.
It was new, it was exciting,
but I craved more, desired more.
Too bad it’s a chimerical dream.
To break away from everything i’ve ever known is just too frightening,
but the open road calls me like the light at the end of the tunnel.
I want to speed down Route 66 in a cherry-red convertible.
To feel the wind rushing in my ears
and tangling my curly brown hair with the help of the dust of the Mojave Desert,
pray tell, is that what true freedom feels like?
Or maybe it’s a young woman and her soft lips,
kissing me so sweetly in our motel room.
I cannot tell now, but one day I will learn.
For now, all I can do is wait in the shotgun seat.