I wake up and catch a bus or two
before the morning dew.

at the second stop I can see out the window.
no trees, no buildings.
only the sky thats so beautiful you could die.

in that moment I'm free.
but even if I truly was, would that be enough for me?

I'm in my head again.

The buildings and trees return
as I regret and learn.
Freedom isnt something you earn neither can it be returned.

The morning dew is too much to handle at such a godly hour.