I Will Set My Self Free

I have done my time for the labor of life. I will put down my mask of cynicism. I will throw my cape of despair into the air. I will throw my mistake-fixing broom to the side. I will dance like a fool in the fields of morose grasses, carelessly walk on fire, and jump on deep seas that dare to feast my body. Instead of working for life, I will sit beneath the luminous trees and breathe all my care into the starry night without questioning or worrying. I don't want to question anymore. I don't want to worry anymore. Life is too short for suffering.