This is the eve of my freedom.
I work knowing this may be the definition of freedom itself.
We're all strangers to ourselves until we discover why we were meant to learn the lessons and stand the trials that we do. And perhaps we only get to know ourselves writing fictional accounts that we tell and retell loved ones and ourselves.

We define ourselves with strength and remorse. We declare are own freedom. From others and ourselves.

We are the lucky, not dictated by injustice. Not alienated from ourselves.

Distant through drinking. Distant through strife. These are the drugs that shield us from our own minds.

Sit down and wonder, who I'm meant to be.

We're all just trying to make it, until something comes through.
Fake it 'till you make it, may have a morcel of truth.