Feeling the breeze.
Putting my head at ease.
Wanting to breath.
Wanting to smell the air beneath.
It's cold.
But am feeling so bold.
Wanting to be called,to fly beyond the horizon.
To clear my vision.
That's when I will make my decision.
That's when my feeling will have a reason.
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