Freed At Last

He looks around,
He doesn’t belong.
His clothes, his actions,
All single him out.

He sees his friends
They are in their element
So carefree, so easy.
He’s nervous, unfamiliar

How’d they talk him into this?
Don’t they see he’s not ready?
He’s insecure, unsure.
Will he be acceptable?

Alone in a crowd, 
He waits patiently
Like everyone else
(More quietly though)

A cord, long, drawn out.
The crowd begins to teem
A sudden surge among
Its growing ranks.

He looks up,
A lone man upon the stage
Addressing all
With his single, carefree note

The song starts
They all know the words
And jump along with
The familiar beat

He sees his friends smiling,
Enjoying the moment,
Jumping with all the faceless others
Gathered for this song

A sudden rush of adrenaline, 
A decision,
A resolve, 
A smile


He joins the crowd
He doesn’t care
He doesn’t even like it
The music is not his own

Jumping, leaping
With the others
Straining for a goal unknown
A glory unseen

He understands
The music has set him free
No boundaries, no walls
Just the flight of the moment