any way the wind blows

by Swan-Song-Surreal

poem

7/31/11

Any way the wind blows

Wish I could live my life like a bird in the wind.
Wish I could float like a leaf out in the cool breeze.

But I just sit and stare up at the sky by day or by night.
I think of the places I wish to see and fill my bucket list to the top.

When will I go? When will I fly far away from here free at last?
When will I break away and sail in whatever direction I choose?

When will I hike the wooded trail to reach the highest summit?
When will I swim with the dolphin and touch a wild pony on the shore?

When will I see the wonders of the world, not the blunders of my world?
When will I grow my wings strong enough to fly me away from here?

Any way the wind blows.