In my own world
floating and free.
Writing my own story
ever so gracefully.
Trampled and promiscuous
when I fell from a Grackle.
Unknown to the world
as I create my path.
Letting the wind take me
wherever it says to go.
Sporadically and quickly
then sometimes calm and slow.
But when the wind dies,
I die with it.
Then starting again
but this time with caution.
unsure of where I am
to go.
Wondering
where this should take me
and why I should go.
Finding new things
and never in a rut.
Following the wind,
wherever it goes.
Never being a rebel
too scared to dare.
Thinking of what the world thinks of me,
instead of what I think of it.
As I am too terrified
to find my own path.
I’m stuck with the wind.
Maybe to break away,
and maybe to stay.
I wish I was as before
floating and free.
Creating my own path,
ever so gracefully.
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