Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Free to Fly

As the rain falls chaos is all I see;
the droplets fall with no rhyme or reason.
The water forms puddles so easily,
and pays no mind to the changing seasons.

Oh to be free and clear like this water
No cares in the world, no deadlines to meet
To fly toward the sky when it is hotter
not to be bound within these earthly feet.

When at last the rainfall comes to an end
for a moment the world feels fresh and new
The wounds of the earth the water did mend
and just for then I feel I'm mended too

My bindings are loosened; I'm free to fly,
but I'd rather stay here and live my life

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