Free To Be Me

I am forever free to be me,
whatever in the world that might be,
standing proud and tall like an oak tree,
pointed eagerly skywards to see.

Imposing limits can’t pin me down,
I can act as silly as a clown,
roaring laughter rubs away deep frowns,
while doing cartwheels around the town.

Free to be me – music to my ears,
I dance through my days not knowing fear,
I wonder why others fret so much,
immensely worried, troubled and such.

Are they blind? It’s great to be unique!
Differences are not to be critiqued!
Dance to your own drum and joy will soar,
start anew - shred the old coat you wore.