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