Skimming through words
Not even speaking
Don't want to be heard,
I've got nowhere to be
No agenda to follow
Being free as the wind
can be a tough pill to swallow
To watch every moment
is no easy task
to sit alone in the mirror
with no hiding, no mask
Seeing yourself clearly
with nowhere to run
accepting the truth
sometimes is not fun!
But I continue to be
as I am, as a child
born free in the world
an animal of the wild
I'll continue to roam
as a gypsy I wander
the world spinning 'round
the mystery of life I ponder.
.bmp)
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