Odd to suggest why I'm here
It's never been about escaping or fear
The thought that I've been a slave this time around
Feelings of breaking free of what binds us surround
Engulfing out every move whether it be to the store or work, it would seem.
Like waking up to the same damn dream
Over and over till you finally wake up inside
No door to exit, and no where to hide
So, I have these feelings I've had since a young lad
Every time I felt like escaping I jumped on one of the bikes I had
Now that my youngest knows her Dad, and we are cool
No more for her Pops to act like a fool
Take your trip Dad, and before you twist that...