Thursday, March 26, 2015

Free Spirit

I am a free sprit
Always have been
Free like the blowing wind...
The breeze you feel on your skin

I am meant to float among the clouds
To stand out in the crowds
I dance to the beat of my own drum
I’m the only one who knows the songs I hum
I am like a bird that lives to fly
Like a crack head who loves to get high
Clipping my wings fills me with rage
I’m a free spirit not built to be grounded or caged

My True Essence

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