My spirit is wild and free,
Chained by my physicality,
Distraught emotional mentality.
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A wild mustang charting its course,
Held by a life of regret and remorse,
The fastest is a broken horse.
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I used to dream that I could fly,
Wake up just to wonder why,
Until I discover my soul will cry.
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On this destitude and windy day,
Easily this heart can lose its way,
But right on course my soul will stay.
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<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© December 2014
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