My mind grows heavy.
I had the equation figured out i thought.

I broke free of my shackles and have a bed to call my own,
as well as the means to do as i please.

All that has limited us for years now gone for a summer,
yet i am here, and you are there.

So here's a toast,
to fog the imaginary assurance of the abundance,
and to making brownies to drown it all away.