Freedom is one of the strangest things
I was once on the wrong side of the chopping block
The cultivation of my character relied on my own movement, that stings
And in those moments I make my brain go on a mental walk
circumvent itself through all the strings to undo the knot
I was going to be cut from a dance piece
I imagined after it happened I’d entirely rot
I didn’t grieve, I accepted it, made my peace
The next morning I walked in with not a goal in mind
I let the paper fall all the way to the ground, surprised at its gentle landing
Even though I had not a care in my heart, I landed the part
That\'s the double bind
My last ever show, the one I couldn’t care less about making
No warning about my place in the company in which I had to climb
I questioned myself, what was I staking?
not my future, not me, not anything of mine, I simply sacrificed my time
I gave it all up, for this idea of what I thought I wanted or what made me happy
in my freest of movements I was undeniably stiffened from pressure and stress
I did love to dance, but I’m not sappy
I was simply a stray
My freest moment, was giving myself away