Purpose Comes to Light

I'm writing a story of childhood tonight
Not Starting out to remind myself
That purpose found my burden light
Knowing my past my future bright
It's nice to bring memories from the shelf

I started out with no plan set now to be let

Preplated Freedom

Have you ever tasted Freedom
Walked down a blind path
A hidden drive outta sight
Pick berries in any moon light
Glimpsed happiness with no cash
Had no instant credit kingdom

Freedom has no taste for me
A deep breath that's all mine
I thought there was more to see
but now that's just fine

Roses find sun light in our field
Rains upon our ground find pools

There is so little time to comfort her
So many fashions to lose their style

What will become of the whimsical spirit?