Summer breeze howling in my ear The North Wind whispering to my soul And the gentle gust hushing the drumbeats within: It’s the restlessness of my being Acting reckless Fighting the chains of fate – Bounded to nothing I walk, far into the depths Of my imagination, I cross the sea of Emotion I climb the mountains of Thought Pledging to free myself From the sorrow of expectations – Set by others, Defined by the World.
The Junction Journal 