Free Spirit Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Met these hippies, they showed up in a dark grey paneled van.
Looking for a place to stay.
To keep warm.
Some would call them drifters.
I wouldn't, I call them good friends.
Haven't known them for very long.
But when you have seen the gutter, when you have dug out of a grocery dumpster just for something to eat.
As disgusting as it might sound, the amount of wasted food that goes in there is just disturbing.
To eat like a king for free as I heard it being said before.
Only then can you say you know the life of both harsh reality and freedom.
To go where you want, to do what you please.
With no kind of considered responsibility other then your own kinds survival.
A free spirit echoing free love.
Chased out of towns for they stand for.
Don't come here selling you goods and lifestyle without a permit.
But why do you need a permit to sell hand made hemp bands, necklace, key chains, or a lifestyle?
It's the idea that scares society.
Is a culture a crime?
What if others decide to quit there jobs and live like that?
We can't have that.
Oh no we must be functional slaves set in a ordain place never to see any further then your work or home.
No wonder of what might be like out past where you have already been?
No desire to smell, taste, or touch it.
No imagination at all.
And why not I can not see one reason to avoid exploring this world or the possibilities.
A nomadic people in mass migration following the stars of so many constellations.
It wasn't easy for the people before you, why do you expect it to be now.
Convenience isn't a necessary evil, it is over abundant trap that leads us all to the same place.
Disgrace, a wasted life all for a pretty house and fancy car.
It's ego trip of the mind.
Why do you need that?
Who told you that was absolutely fact.
What if there was another way.
A community underground living differently then what you have been lead to believe.
What if not all the drugs that you were told about are as bad as you thought.
What if there was party going on every night without you because you don't understand, and never can?
Because you values are written in ink, and nothing can be so permanent for you are not here long enough for that to be.
What is 100 years but a single page in history.
To describe a lifetime any other way is quite absurd.
We are no more gods, then the science in which we believe.
So we must be the good samaritans, each and every time if we want to be a part of so many lives.
It not just a matter survival, it is a matter experience.
You don't even truly know if you only live once.
So why not?