Freedom

Laughing, she danced across the moonlit bridge
leaving behind the life she had come to hate.
Fleeing, escaping, giddy with laughter -
dancing toward the things she had made to wait.

What came before was no longer her concern -
no longer her day in, her day out once again.
And she traded her routine for this life unseen
dancing toward the places she'd never been.

The consequences, and there were many,
seemed insignificant and demure
when compared to the life that called out to her,
compared to the Paris lights that lure.

Hearts may be broken and lost forever
if she slips into the blissful divide.
Laughing, she danced across the moonlit bridge
and left everything else behind.

A.R.M.
11/14/01