Letting It All Hang Out

 

How could you feel if you let it all hang out,

No worries, concerns, nor thoughts to shout.

Just being free to yourself and comfortable in skin,

Enjoying how God made you, my friend.

Sitting on the dock, revealing your rocks,

Singing your song from the B-Boys calling "Brass Monkey."

Bridging the way with the word of the day, funky.

Welcoming the moment, feelingly light,

Living life boldly, shining so bright.

In your own space, no need to conform,

Just being yourself, your own norm.

With the wind in your hair and the sun on your face,

Finding your balls in this tranquil place.

For in this freedom, true happiness found,

A life unbound, with love all around.