[VERSE 1 – Too many syllables, sung anyway] He had not intended to look for freedom. He thought he was looking for a spatula. Or possibly: a refund. Or a woman with strong wrists and limited follow-through. But the ad said: “Seeking something more?” And he thought, “That’s vague enough to mean me.” [CHORUS – Clarinet plays something unearned. Piano disagrees.] A sad and lonely human… [echo:] Seeking... Freedom? [echo:] Freedom? Like one seeks a left sock in an unfamiliar laundromat. [VERSE 2 – Starts fast, derails] He once googled “how to be fulfilled.” Then misspelled “fulfilled.” He got recipes. Then shame. Then an email newsletter called “MINDFUL OR ELSE.” He thought he might be queer. Or poly. Or French. He bought a scarf. The scarf did nothing. [CHORUS – This time delivered like an apology] A sad and lonely human might be [echo:] free-ish. Might be [echo:] mistaking the feeling of not being punched for love. [BRIDGE – Piano solos with a complete lack of confidence] He asked a pigeon what it meant to fly without ideology. The pigeon blinked, then shat. This felt accurate. [VERSE 3 – Voice cracks on the high note, but keeps going] He used to think he was angry. Then sad. Then Jewish. Then ironic. Then he realized those weren’t different things. He once described his life as “a concept in draft form.” It got two likes. One was his own. The other may have been a bot. [CODA – Clarinet finally lands on a note, but the piano doesn’t agree] A sad and lonely human keeps a key to a door he cannot find. He calls this freedom. Because it sounds better than repeating the ad. [Clarinet squeals. Fade.]
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