Where is this passport you speak of? A passport that will free us all of this damned rules? A passport that will take us to places filled of laughter and joy? I become so desperate to look for this passport. As I have plans of fleeing away from the grounds where I stand right now. As I have decided to change my life and live how I wanted from the start. As I have made up my mind on so many things and one of them is that I will do what I want. If and only I have this passport in the grasp of my fingers.
Let me take a look. If not then let me take a peek on it. If not, let me just brush my fingertips on its cover so I know how freedom feels.
From the Daily Post
I think of you fondly, passport to life
the path to a fantasy…do you really need some whizzy passport?
to go or not to go…just GO!
show me the passport to my heart, will ya?
the lady vanishes…as she run away with a passport on hand.