Fog and haze,
create a maze,
ever-changing in the breeze,
want to know? just ask the leaves.

A ship with no rudder or sail,
adrift and at the whims of the current,
seeing where it will travel,
enjoying the experience.

Prowling the oceans clear blue,
from bottom to top and ranging far,
looking for love and food,
with little else in mind.

With just a sip or two,
crystalizing emotions,
as the amber fluid,
jailbreaks my tongue.

X Y Z axis locations,
changing at my command,
thinking outside of 2 dimensions,
allowed outside the boxes boundaries.

With the beat of wings,
from the cage, I fly,
circling the moon,
and penetrating the clouds.

Clearing a space,
to soar,
aloft under the stars,
on the edge of space.