Estranged

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