Pedronaut

First world Excess

I'm calling you out

And be poet

And be wise and profound

And be rhythmic, romantic, professional and

I believe in freedom

The mother of Dragons can’t give you freedom,

I guess I’d fallen

I was falling

I was trapped 

I was climbing

I was stuck, I was stagnant.

I called her up to relieve my urge

And she called me out

I courted you, to live with me, until i die

We compromised at less children than our parents had had

She called me out to play a game