Open Air
It flows around me,
Lifting my spirit, and setting it free.
I feel no fear.
Grass beneathe my feet,
So different from the concrete,
Soft and sweet, no hatred here.
A single leap,
Almost like I'm asleep,
I almost feel you near.
Faster, almost without aa care,
I feel myself flying through the open air.
Where ever I'm going, It has to be better then here.
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