Wild Heart
Why am I taking this trip? Today I remembered.
Driving with the windows down, the wind whipped through my hair.
The sun was warming my skin through the windows.
And I was singing at the top of my lungs.
When this happens, my soul cage opens up and I soar.
No time, no age..only essence of who I am.
All the pieces come together feeling the joy of being alive.
And at night, the same but dark.
The night closed around me, black and silver.
Cloaked in mystery, my dark spirit rises to revel in the freedom.
But it is when I am driving, alone and wild with music in my heart.
Bursting forth, beyond labels and descriptions, I AM.
That is why I am going
Driving with the windows down, the wind whipped through my hair.
The sun was warming my skin through the windows.
And I was singing at the top of my lungs.
When this happens, my soul cage opens up and I soar.
No time, no age..only essence of who I am.
All the pieces come together feeling the joy of being alive.
And at night, the same but dark.
The night closed around me, black and silver.
Cloaked in mystery, my dark spirit rises to revel in the freedom.
But it is when I am driving, alone and wild with music in my heart.
Bursting forth, beyond labels and descriptions, I AM.
That is why I am going