Updated: Oct 14, 2021

She who loves her freedom, peace and mother nature.


An Aquarius indeed

Being free is extreme

It is a drug, highly addictive

A strain so particular

With a cravings so high

Pushing away anything and everybody to get by

And when there's rules

I don't believe in following through

Because why?

When my spirit is free and serene

I must follow me by all means

My voice speaks

My Freedom Rings

I sing

On the moon, On cloud 9

Oh what might today bring

I'm now a fiend

In a field filled with green trees

Chasing my freedom has become part of my daily routine

Do you understand me?

My way of living is not for the weak

So come along if you can hang

Get high with me

Let's change the scene