Classy Something

Change of pace.
Perfect space for more.
So long.
Goodbye.
What was it for?

For free.
For fun.
For me?
Yeah, I'll take the sun.

Slide on down to where I am.
Sure thing.
You done sing.
A song of what you become.

Go on.
Slip into something.
A classy something.
A rose without a thorn.
Trees without a home.
Birds without a moment to fly.

Hey now young man.
You got to see what you can be.
Nothing more, nothing less.

Figuring out what grows without a classic dress.

Never was the less.