Freedom,
sweet freedom!
Howl at the moon
from the window
on the driver's side.
Grin at it with
gleaming white teeth.
Stare with glimmering eyes
barred in by heavy
black eyeliner and
too much mascara.
Playing the part
wearing a leather jacket
and wildly curly hair.
Trying too hard to look
older, more mature.
Blast the radio!
Make the adventure heard
and release the inner
caged animal
clawing at its prison!
White knuckles clutch
the steering wheel.
A kiss for good luck.
Laugh as a foot hits the gas
a bit harder
than anticipated.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Forever apologizing.
So much for the rebellion
disguised as maturity.
The bark will regrow.
Scars will heal.
Does reverse work in life, too?
No face will look the same,
cursed with the stain
of stupidity.
Never again
will the glimmer shine.
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