The Chimes of Freedom

Starry-eyed and laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worse
And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
We gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

I get miffed if the hot water takes too long to kick in to my shower; meanwhile, I have done exactly nothing to fucking deserve a warm shower.  This shit really is a crapshoot.  It's embarrassing.