The Air smells of salt
And the cold wind
Brings it closer
I can sense them
The waves crashing
But they are not here
Why must the air torment me?
Why can't it content me?
Oh wind, sweet wind
Take me far away
Take me to the mountaintops
Where you often play!
Take me to the sea
And together you and me
Will dance upon the waves
And explore the hidden caves
Why must I be stuck to this earth?
Planted here by weight and gravity?
If only I could travel like the wind
Then contented I would be.

1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.

People say they aren't racist and thats a flat out lie
I mean they no longer separate our kind
but they act like color doesn't survive
these people are color blind
they don't admit that I'm  different
and I'm tired of it
people take of your mask
and show your face
we are still people but we are people of a different race