A good running start, you might say.
A nice quiet town, my own room.
They tried very hard, but one day,
I had to escape, that cramped womb.
Why I didn’t stay like my friends.
Who always obeyed, or more so
than I ever did, at loose ends,
my parents at last, let me go.
The day I broke free, from their grip,
I didn’t believe, what they said.
The price I would pay, for my trip.
The pitfalls that lay, up ahead.
I couldn’t say now, if it was
worth all that it cost, to play fool,
to do it my way, diplomas,
aren’t given to grads, at this school.
So here’s to you mom, and dad too,
for all that you did, for my good.
My soul was too wild, to subdue.
You did everything, that you could.