Free Spirits

Do free spirits hold onto anything?
Every new beginning comes from something ending.
And in the end will it really matter?
Are we free to get away from the pressures of yesterday?
When the morning comes will we still be here?

Some pray to spirits while others get intoxicated by them.
Either way we’ve chosen our paths, but will we ever be satisfied?
Free to speak our not so level-headed minds.
Free to love the loss of things we never had but always wanted.
Free to make mistakes.
Free to chase after dreams.
Free to live for so much more.
Free to lose ourselves in one another for an eternity in an instant.

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