I go where no hand bars
I swirl between
then through
I am as free as the breeze

I rise above the confusion
that eats my dust
I am as free as the breeze

I can blow hot
I can blow cold
I can exist as untold
I am the breeze

I am pure in ecstasy 
I am as I ought to be
I am the breeze

South-by-Southwest

The Breeze and I

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PeterGerstenmaier

To be as I ought to be... now that&#39;s something I crave for. Bravo!!

Zeno

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cloudydaze

&quot;Well now they call me the breeze, I keep blowing down the road&quot; Sorry but that song instantly found my brain as I read this very cool poem. Nicely done

Damocles

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