15/11/2019
Freedom is bliss
It must be I guess
To walk the town
No ghosts in my tracks
To spend quality time
With family, friends, females
No time limit
No watchful screws
And the creature comforts
Cars, clothes, cologne
Real coffee
Real cigarettes
A real gym with real weights
Real jobs and real mates
Alcohol and the world wide web
I’m a fallen man
Nothing will ever be the same
The innocence of youth long gone
And Everest to climb
Just to reach the beginning
But oh how I look forward to the time
When I can walk with the sun on my back
As a free man
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Living in middle class Australia you might not realize just how good you have it until it is all wrenched away. In some ways it’s a blessing because you wouldn’t recognize quality if there wasn’t the contrast of not having it. No warm without cold, no full without hungry, no happy without sad. Once you lose everything, everyday Aussie suburbia starts to look like paradise. My life will never be the same again and I have to work extra hard just to get anywhere near the comfort and success of regular folks but on the plus side jail gives you time to work on yourself and cultivate good habits and a mentality of relishing every little victory life offers.
Freedom is bliss.
