GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 228

I want the footlights on me Want the punch lines Would you exchange, anyone? Mother still calls me her child Wanting to see me at the least once a month When I visit we do nothing Just talk and eat Then I sleep uncomfortably Her house is not my home any more My place is Home Freedom space Wake up when I want Sleep when I feel like Eat what I have I am free Only in my space Would you exchange your life with me, now? 228