Get Off My Grass

Why is life so fucked up with lines and dividers and definitions. Why can’t we just be, live, love, and accept? I want to be me, my me, not your me. I want to like who or what I like, don’t tell me I can’t. I want to dance with whomever I wish and don’t give me shit for it. Trust shouldn’t fence us in, it gives us freedom to prove ourselves and our own personal limits. If you don’t like them, let go and move on, you cannot change me.