A Day's Banter
I can't figure out what makes a day go bad
Too much communication dysfunction going around
Repeating myself is frustratingly agitating
I'd really like for someone to get me instantly
without me having to repeat myself

FREE
She skates through thin ice with arms wide open
To the skies she looks, eyes lit up
Imagines herself flying to a destination unknown

He looks at her from across
With her ragged pants and stained sweats
He wished he knew what it felt to be free like her