I'm running barefoot in the street.
Don't need any shoes on my feet.
I'm running around without a care.
The wind is flowing through my hair.

I'm running naked in the road.
My clothes were too much of a load.
I threw them all into the trash.
I have no pockets for my cash.

What cash? I gave that all away.
I'm sure I'll get it back someday.
If I need some, I'll make some more.
Besides, what's that money for.

A vehicle for your desire.
Your comfort makes you the buyer.
Right now, I just want to be me.
I find comfort in being free.

I'm free***to run all through my mind.
On streets inside my head I find,
The comfort that outside I seem to miss.
Inside is where I find my bliss.

I take the road inside my skull.
It doesn't lead to any mall.
It leads to where I can be free
to run naked and just be me.





M.J.S.

© 2000 Mejasha Love