They call it homeless, I guess

I say I’m home-free

The style of life I choose to live is purely up to me
So forgive me when I’m confused by your pity,
I pity you
Spending most your days doing things that you don’t want to do

In order to what, survive?
Or should I say maintain your excess?
Your flatscreen, your A/C, your mortgage, haircuts for your pets?

You think the need to sacrifice the prime years of your life for things
Is better than sacrificing creature comforts for freedom and all the joy it brings?

Please…

Keep your cars and fancy cheese, your prozac and sleeping pills
Your mattresses and waitresses and need to purchase all your thrills

I wake up with the sun and treat each day as the unknown
I relish my autonomy like you relish your home
And best of all, to have this freedom I don’t need to pay
While you live a life of servitude and work 8 or more hours every day
I’m doing what I will and going where I want and living as I please
The only thing to pity is your society.

Get free