The simple freedom of owning a car

Green eyes sit in a green Toyota Camry.
His dad bought it when he was only three.
Now a cheap gift, worth more than the world.
He drives fast, hands on the wheel, furled.

His room was once his sanctuary.
Now more than ever, he is free.
Free from oppression of chores,
Free from the solitude of his locked doors.

Suddenly his universe has exploded,
His once feeble mind imploded.
Roads are no longer surrounding borders,
Now they follow his orders.

O, the simple freedom of having a car.