Let Me Go.

So now I remember what it was I saw in the rear view mirrors:
The entry way into a summer season brought about by dusk skies and silhouettes of trees.
Oh, get me out of here.
Out of this place!
For I’ve heard of some place across the pond,
It’s got to be better than what we’ve got right here,
And trust me, we’ve got it good.
A place where people live lacking pride, but smiles are abundant.
A place where freedom is not mentioned, but practiced.
A place once riddled with oppression,
A place now riddled with freedom.
It’s never gonna come together.
Clouds overlooking forests full of cottages and wonder.
Let it snow.
Let’s hide our bodies away from harm
And grasp one another.
No one can find us here
Among the trees.