Being free
For one day less
Than a week

Free to be
Anything
Free to be
Me

I love to create
And explore
Making songs
Or giving to the poor

Now
Alone again
Solitude greets me
Greasy
And
Sweaty

Doing
What I am told
Forced
To be afraid
Of being bold
Forced
To be cold
Or dare to be scold
Working
For shiny gold

It makes me feel old