Liberating the pixie wings
Swirling ribbons brushing the sky 
Running in the ocean's breathe, you the wild horse no man could ever tame 

You, The gypsy wanderer trailing the night 
huddled in tiny cargo ships pioneering the sky - living on a tin can - in sheer ardor - to be outside from shackles below 

The widen gap and the cracked stary sky 
Your hands lodged through trying to find; 
The teachings of the higher powers 
Wisdom, philosophy's power, truth....
And you do, you stand upon a flower bed of knowledge - sharing to the world beyond