You always tell me

I live in a world that crushes dreams.

Still, let me.

You always remind me

not to love recklessly,

for I'd hurt myself along the way.

Still, let me.

You whisper the dangers of trusting a stranger.

Curiosity kills; love scars.

Life's a race of non-GPS cars.

Still, let me.

Let me breathe the air I choose.

Let me take risks despite what I might lose.

Let me dream, and love and trust.

Let me live and cry and laugh,

as if today's my very last.

I love you, you know I do.

But, Daddy, this is my non-GPS car ride.

Please, let me drive.

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