A refreshing breeze,
A sense of freedom-
Of getting rid of a clutch.
A rusty door,
Shut finally.
Or was it opened?

A reckless, unintimidated spirit
Out to cruise on the soaring waves.
A queer sensation creeping in-
The last I heard,
they called it happiness.

A tangy twist,
Being freed and caged, all it once.
Being courageous and timid, all at once.
And living life, all at once.

The last I heard, they called me mad.
Unleashing insanity, all at once.