Does it start with fireworks

Red white and blue

Children running around in the streets

Or does it start with friends

Driving through town

Grabbing poppers and sparklers

As we frantically hide the liquor

In the green cooler

Is freedom a celebration

Or an act of living

Push pops melting out the tube

As we frantically looked at the sky

Waiting for a crackle and sizzle

As lights pop up in the air

Is this freedom or is this a celebration

I could not say for I was busy

Drinking booze

screaming out songs

As my friends turned on the lighters

It was a breathe of fresh air

An escape of my responsibility

As we lay out on the grass

Smoking and drinking

Screaming out to the sky

That was our last act of freedom

Before the adulting world took us back

Into our containments

Still at night

As I lay to rest

I dream of that night

With the booze leaving me dizzy

The poppers echoing in my ears

As the firekworks brought light into my eyes

For that was the night of my freedom