"Free"
Ready for takeoff.
Holding nothing, feeling free.
No boundaries, letting go.
My world and me.
Everything behind.
The doors are no more.
Only open skies and promise.
I spread my wings and soar.
Looking down at treetops.
The wind in my hair.
The sunlight warms my face.
Anything I dare.
Aromas crisp, sweet and cool.
Finding nothing and feeling no pain.
For, a search it's not.
It's a place to harbor my sane, chained
brain.
Steel and plastic.
Ice and fire.
Sweet and sour.
Liquid with desire.
Drifting and sailing.
Slowly floating down.
The smile on my face
Has destroyed the frown.
My wings catch fire.
Flight comes to an end.
Thoughts of the fantasy.
Feelings swirl and blend.
Alone on the ground.
Remembering the moment just before.
Disputing the spoken words
That I'll be free nevermore.
©1997 - Donnie Sergent
Jr