Freedom

FREEDOM I fly through the mountain valley chasing my own shadow at five hundred miles an hour, on a knife edge turn I fly around a rock outcrop, g-force crushing me down. A feeling of being alive lasts forever as time stands still in a microsecond, for I am on a wing and a prayer, flying for freedom in a stolen fighter plane. I have no guns or missiles to defend myself from the Alliance who strive to catch me. With my agility and luck I may get through to get home to see my girl and to live again in what was once a dream for all those lonely years.