Dash of Freedom

Oh, the morning sun is rising,

A brand new day, I'm dashing,

Chasing dreams in paper bags,

On this road, there's nothing dragging.

Well, I've learned through all the pain,

PTSD has made me stray,

But in my car, I find my peace,

As I dash these miles away.

A nine to five, it’s not for me,

I need the freedom, just to be,

Independent, on my grind,

Each delivery, a peace of mind.

Oh, I dash away into the night,

Through the streets, I find the light,

With every turn, I feel alive,

Chasing orders, I will thrive.

At five-forty-five, I sit and wait,

In front of McDonald's, it’s my fate,

The orders come, the sirens sing,

In this rat race, I’m the king.

The engines roar, the tires squeal,

Every dash, an honest deal,

I push my car, I feel the rush,

Every order is a thankful hush.

Oh, I dash away into the night,

Through the streets, I find the light,

With every turn, I feel alive,

Chasing orders, I will thrive.

No more chains, no office walls,

Just the open road, it calls,

Every mile, I’m breaking free,

As the city lights shine down on me.

So here I go, the day awaits,

Running for dreams with open gates,

In my heart, the beat, the sound,

I’m dashing onward, safe and sound.