Freedom

Wind calling me out,
To fly high to its tune.
But the world’s paideia knocking me down,
To that unilluminated bootless impression.
Can I just glide to that jingle?
Or can I just trap myself in that bootless breeze?
Where the oxygen throttles me,
Choking my esophagus,
Occluding me in awe of the world.
Oh! You hell puff out of me,
Haul me out of this pessimism.
Let my wings glide lofty,
And my esophagus scream of freedom I crave.

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