My spirit soars,
through the skies and the clouds,
through the quiet and the loud.

Sanity is not for me,
I would rather spend my time daydreaming.
But I would never give up and leave,
my heart is too broken for such schemes.

My spirit soars out the doors,
through the forest and across the floors.

Planning is not for me,
I would rather spend my time guessing.
But I would never wander through the streets,
my home is far too empty for such treats.

My spirit soars while I slumber,
out the windows and into the wonder.

But I would never tell another,
These dreams are mine to keep.
My spirit is not of this world,
And it soars.

GREG RAKOZY ANTHONY TRAN

 

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