Pursue The Wind
The wind combs my hair.
My radio blares the beat.
Speeding through the black night,
I want to fly free like the wind,
Lose my cares, forget my woes.
I dream of another me,
Another time, another place,
Without labels or boxed in.
Not in a perfect world,
That would not change me or make me grow,
I need a reason to pursue the wind,
Unfurl my wings on imagination,
While I ride the elusive tail of the Midas star.
Hold hope, keep it safe no matter how far.
© Juneta Key
I have loved this song, since it first came out. I love the sound of it and the story it tells.
The fact the word wind was in it drew me in. I’m now living in Seminole country.