Freedom to Roam

Freedom to roam
Forgive my jilted sleight of hand
You have wished for a sense of clarity
More than I could withdraw from

Freedom to roam
Has become a crying child
In the parlour of some widows house
Who is framing her revenge dress

You are crawling t'ward forgiveness
You are asking for a witness
You are blocked off by some other thought that you did not prioritise
You are falling off the wagon again
For the tenth time in years
Do not lend me some allowance
To aid the crime of my hand

Freedom to roam
These roads lead to a dying cause
There are gaps here there are maps here
There's the wall to which they belong

Freedom to roam
Mending fences suits you well
It's a good one cajole her with
But I prefer my freedom to roam

You are becoming an ideal
Looking at you from a fortnight
Wishing you'd foresaw the white flame
Of the hell you could bring about
There are grafters
There are fablers
There are few who could bare to laugh
At the missed things that they missed
Things that they rather would attend

Than to pull you up and out of
All the rabble that you find
Yourself braced and whipped inside of
But not at that current moment
It will be when you're mending fences
Telling others of the fortress
Of the house that you have made
You might like these self-made borders
You might like these weekends in
Mending fences is all fine and good
But I prefer my freedom to roam

You are whistling at the junction
With your medals of success
Held by the ribbon of the colour
That your kinfolk used to wear
When they laid the land you stumble upon
And mastered the nooks and crannies
Of the junction you've arrived at
With a thought you should prioritise
And them medals of succession
Held by fingers, bleached by august
Given to you by a member
Of your kinfolk you look up to
When you pray prayers indirectly
To some vague misunderstanding
Of what you have figured out
Can stand in place of insurance
That you've got the right idea
That's a thought you should prioritise