The Wind is Free
Wake from your nightmare, shut your eye, let life begin
With the cock crow and traffic flow the nightmare begins
The struggle the hustle nothing but pain and strife
What would I do to make it last forever
To spread my wings soar from the worlds dread
For I am soar brake-lights, red-lights the organized restraint
Whatever my threat unchain me before I self destruct
I am The Wind, let me be free
Free be me, the wind I am let me be
Blowing untamed across the plains let me reign
The cool breeze on your back with the sun in your face
The lash of winter that cools the summer
The messenger of spring with that scent filled air
The wind is free; my spirit please let it be
How can I be open minded…
When by your expectations my thoughts are guided
I let me have my go not your “The path of life is winded”
Will it be my destiny when by you founded?
Can a wind blow in a vacuum?
Could you turn an easterly…
Into a north easterly even if you tried
Then why do you dictate that I dick-take the stereotype
The wind is free if not let me sleep forever
poem by Dave Harry
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