Almost 36

You are free with your third glass of red wine.
You are free with the holes in your worn-out jeans.
You are free with your clean and spotless room. 
You are free with your return to a craft that demands more than you are willing to give.
You are free in your scene shop with your tools.
You are free with your design schemes and pencils.
You are free with your always dying cell phone.
You are free in your isolation.
You are free in your silence.
You are free in your disbelief and lies.
You are free in not knowing and not asking.

You, my dear. are not free at all.  Would you not think that after almost 36 years, you would want to be free?