I want wind in my face
always blowing new,
to feel the rush across space
and through squinting eyes,
to see white and blue.
Call it freedom,
sing a song
with half written lyrics
completely out of tune
to the beat of nature living
and the humming chorus of the blazing sun.
Come home and
readjust your sight
to a dimmer light.
Lie down in bed and
feel the pain of
muscles stretched and worked
for the first time.
Roll over and sink your body
and let the mattress hug you.
Close your eyes and whiper,
"Today was amazing."
Smile. Sleep. Dream. Build.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
I want wind in my face
always blowing new,
to feel the rush across space
and through squinting eyes,
to see white and blue.
Call it freedom,
sing a song
with half written lyrics
completely out of tune
to the beat of nature living
and the humming chorus of the blazing sun.
Come home and
readjust your sight
to a dimmer light.
Lie down in bed and
feel the pain of
muscles stretched and worked
for the first time.
Roll over and sink your body
and let the mattress hug you.
Close your eyes and whiper,
"Today was amazing."
Smile. Sleep. Dream. Build.