The lights lit up everything. Why were those lights so bright, so intense? Oh but the stream. Why couldn’t everything be like that stream? Always flowing with passion, with meaning but still not knowing where it was going and not caring, either. The way it cut thrown the trees and forest and the ground. The way the water sparkled and shined in the moonlight and gleamed in the wake of the stars. As if the stars and moon powered that stream. That one little stream, with so much power and purpose, seemed so happy to get away from my town. ’Cause that stream could flow and never stop to regret any decision it made because it was always moving forward into the future. That is what I thought as I sat by the edge of that little stream. That is what I thought as I stared at my town. A town that was full of greedy, selfish people who never stopped to think and just did as they were told like robots. Well, not me. I’m different. I always have been, always will be and nothing can take that feeling, that purpose away from me. ‘Cause I will do anything to protect my purpose because I like being able to do what I want. And when I can do what I want, that makes to me like I am free, even if I’m a prisoner. ok so this is the prologue(I have been calling it chapter one though :) to my book "my freedom" art by- @studios-music Next chapter- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/274402286/
