The Liberator Xpansion
I am Thee Liberator of Me
I am the liberator of me — the one who rides beyond the fences of my museum‑mind and burns the old exhibits that once defined my thinking
I never walk the halls of yesterday’s logic anymore I never bow to the plaques of old stories old wounds old teachings stuck on my mind museum
Walls as I never salute the curators of my past as I rouse out of my mind museum mirroring a frontier rider stepping into open sky raw aware
Unbound because the museum‑mind bind was yesterdays shrine to what was as I xpressed I am a declaration of I am the liberator of me