I had disengaged to avoid being totaled
I would run away and say good riddance, soon enough
I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling
Imagine myself bolting had not been difficult
Soon be my life
Soon be my pace
Soon be my choice of which you’ll have no part of
Unprodigial daughter and I’m heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane
cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I’d invite you but I’m busy being unoppressed
I hit the ground running, although I know not what toward
I hit the town feeling, forgetting all that came before
I felt primed and ready,
once surrounded by the pawns
I felt culture shocked, but dissuaded, I was not
This is my town
This is my voice
This is my taste of which you’ve have no part of
Unprodigial daughter and I’m heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane
cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I’d invite you but I’m busy being unoppressed
One day I’ll saddle back and speak of foreign adventures
One day I’ll double back
and tell you about these unfettered years
One day I’ll look back and feel something other than relieved
Glad that I left when I did before,
I know you, you can’t get the best of me
When I’d speak of artistry you would roll your eyes skyward
When I’d speak of spirituality you would label it absurd
When I spoke of possibility
you would frown and shake your head
If I had stayed much longer, I’d have surely imploded
These are my words
This is my house
These are my friends of which you’ve had no part
Unprodigial daughter and I’m heading for the west
Disenchanted daughter and this plane
cannot fly fast enough
Unencumbered daughter hit the ground running at last
I’d invite you but I’m busy being unoppressed