Master of the Wind

Sky of endless freedom a blundless dream,…

Master of the Wind

Above the lot they 
veered and tuned.
I sat in the car thinking
how I've yearned.

All the currents of living
that I don’t understand,
taught from birth
that I need a plan.

I watched those white wings
as they hovered and skimmed.
I wish I was a
master of the wind.

Here in these doldrums
of shopping for food,
the everyday routine 
has hardened my mood.

Sky of endless freedom
a blundless dream,
to feel my underside
be lifted by a stream.

I watched those white wings
as they hovered and skimmed.
I wish I was a
master of the wind.