people talk about belonging, of having roots...
but i, i don't belong
i am not a tree, held in place by its roots, a silent sufferer,
stuck...unable to fight back or run...bound
i do not belong to any person, any place, any culture, any religion..
i am free, of facets, habits, choices and desires
for me they all change as i change
i have no master and no slaves...
no one owns me...not even myself
i am like the wind...
get the right glider and i'll let you fly with me but try to put me
in a box or shape me with a mold and i am gone....without a trace..
my freedom is what i live for what i am and what i ever will be..
and i'll never let anyone take it away...
dream of owning me delude yourself...if you want to..it will amuse me for a while
and i'll let you live this illusion but then...then i'll be gone..
in a new direction to explore a new frontier...on a new path flying free...
getting to the the end of this universe and plunging forth beyond it to find my own..