• I just want to pass time. Just want to fly like nothing can touch me.
    Is that so wrong?
    I was to run so fast I begin to fly.
    No one can touch me when I run so far.
    All my worries and doubts fade with it.
    The only thing I see is blurs of colors.
    The wind in my mane caresses every part of me.
    The ground gives way for me feet so I can move faster.
    No one can catch me like this.
    It is as if I have wings.
    I can soar higher then the clouds are able to think about reaching.

    I pull up quick.
    There in front is a fence.
    I am trapped once more.
    My moment of freedom cut short.
    I cry out in despair.
    My soul flies out ahead of me.
    My heart sinks from failure.
    Suddenly the gate is being opened.
    A Two-legged opens it wide and watches me.
    Can this be real, to feel actual freedom?
    I start out at a walk.

    To be careful so as not to be too dissapointed
    When two-legged does nothing I bow to him.
    He touches my face gently and sweeps out to the land.
    I dash out for it.
    Freedom at hand now.
    I stop for nothing.
    I race an eagle.
    I jump over obstacles in my way.
    I am free!