Saturday, August 23, 2014

I Want...

. . .
I want to set free
Wanting to go with glee
Till I my self be free...
. . .

. . .
I want to soar high
Living the ground without sigh
Till I my self stays high...
. . .

. . .
I want to be light
Floating up on top sight
Till I my self goes light...
. . .

. . .
I want to gone wild
Wrecking all things without mind
Till I my self out wild...
. . .

. . .
I want to end all
Living nothing till I fall
Till I my self finish all...
. . .

. . j. r. . .

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