As I look out into the passing cars over a busy intersection, I can’t help but feel trapped.
I feel trapped behind the metal gates – a symbol of my guilt, a symbol of my past, and a symbol of everything that has happened in the last few months. This whole quarter I have felt trapped in San Diego, trapped within the confines of the situations I have fallen into.
But no more. The road to freedom is ultimately out, but it is up to me to overcome these said barriers to see a brighter tomorrow. The road to freedom will lead me to future, and subsequently unblur the lines between happiness and sadness. The road to freedom will get me from the first picture to the one below.
The road to freedom is at my feet, down where the crossroads meet.
The road to freedom is by my side, up where the angels glide.
The road to freedom is at my door, down by the rocky shore.
The road to freedom is right by me, up where the birds are free.
The road to freedom is mine to take, down by the mountain lake.
The road to freedom will help me fly, up in that golden sky.
The road to freedom is in my hands, down where the forest stands.
The road to freedom will take me home, up where the angels roam.
wow deep.
But I’m glad this post hints at a positive future for you.
Duuude I had the same feeling as you beginning of freshman year. I was still kinda tied to high school and felt that the 5 freeway you could see off Geisel was the road to freedom.