I want to fly free like the wind,
Lose my cares, forget my woes.
I dream of another me,
Without labels or boxed in.
Soaring with the Wind,
Surfing gales, gliding high
Unfurled wings of imagination,
Carried up to lofty heights.
Harmony’s vibration a song I want to know well,
Like a fire that consumes me,
Growth & Peace I call to me,
Cradling hope in Joy’s elusive light.
So I speed into the black night,
The drum of the radio a rhythm of flight.
Hair wild in the wind,
My voice raised in song.
The motor thrums,
And I believe in the power of change.
I feel freedom’s emulation,
In the seat of a four-wheeled Mustang.
© Juneta Key