He calls me free bird, yet I’m not the one who’s free.
At least not as free as he is.
He’s covered in tattoos, roaring down a Texas highway,
and living life. I sit here, pondering what my life could be.
It was only supposed to be some fun, not like this.
I’m Avery, flustered Barista- looking for a diversion.
I’m not like the others.
I’m not ready to give-in and accept my fate.