Everything Inbetween

Wind

I remember the days when I had my head stuck in the clouds, when I used to be jealous of the wind.

No one tells it where to go or where to be, it's always just been indescribably free.

Then I fell back down to earth and remembered I'll never be anything but just me.

But sometimes I still crave to be a tidal wave, a small part of something so much bigger than what you see.