Freedom to be who you are and how you are,
The open space to move your body in time,
Roaring vibrations as the bass echoes within you,
Sparkles and sharpness piercing your ear drums,
Writhing masses synchronised to the pit,
Open arms and joyous smiles,
Sunrise melting through trees,
An old friend,
New faces,
Free,
Police invaders,
Fear and panic,
Flashlights fucking with beauty,
Tight expressions and poised arms,
Trapped, back of the panda car,
Harsh words and cutting remarks, fines took,
Dull fog covering any thought in your mind,
A lonely empty cell, barely enough room to breathe,
Incarcerated for expression, these are the times we live in.