Senses

Ripped Jeans

Ripped jeans were never my thing

Being free isn't easy

Covering up is how I go about my way

The way the rest of the world follows

That certain path has a certain name

But what is its name? "Life," could it be?

Some people can take the advantage of running the whole way

For they are wild and free

They may stumble, like all others, but they get up and keep running

Because they are wild and free

Some others, however, walk slowly

Whether they are truly crippled or not

For they have chains, nothing but chains

Now you see that those who run are

Wild & Free

They wear ripped jeans so their legs can breathe

And those who walk slowly have

Chains, and nothing but chains

I have chains

I only focus on the fact that

Being free is never easy

So, ripped jeans were never really my thing