Freedom
The wind whips at my face
brushing past the trees
running through the wilderness
I can't run far enough...
I can't run fast enough...
I just want to get away
Soar high above the sky,
go deep beneath the ground,
I need to go.
I need to be free.
My soul is untamed and wild
My heart beats... longing for another place it calls home.
How do I get there?
I dream of overgrown forests,
life all around me,
there's no end in my mind...
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