Party

A place of relief, so far from now, planning the escape, somehow. Day in, and day out, sorting through, that freedom day, where my sky will be blue. Tempted at times to just break free, my freedom day, is calling me. Buying my time, is what I am told, get you a life, before you're too old. Issues to ponder, my ducks in a row, all this must fit, before I go. Life is very short after that 50 mark, but for some, this is when it starts. Gathering my thoughts, sorting them over, keeping them to myself, holding a four leaf clover. When the day comes, and I roll on out, that will be the day, you will hear me shout. My freedom day has finally come, throw me a party, everyone.