Wild & Free

I am what older folks would call, a whippersnapper.

Young, light and airy like a cloud dances in the spellbinding sky.

Stopping at nothings that present themselves,

but carefully sneaking and composing myself.

All those pretty horses flash in my mind,

and a smile forms across my thin and innocent lips.

Magic is only true if you believe,

but I was told,

believe half of what you hear,,

and non eof what you see.