As I take the wind in my grasp,
but all that I am doing is running laps
Racing the wind,
Hoping I will be fast.
Here I am breaking free
feeling free,
As my winds take flight
I glide off into the night,
The wind screaming freedom
but my heart screaming fate,
as I am breaking wind.
Rebekah Hedquist
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