Friday 18 November 2011

Any way the wind blows it closes me in.
The freedom I am owed, just out of reach.
Choices.
None at all.
Then all at once. 
I see the way I am meant to go;
Or I feel it.
I feel it and need it
But I don't know where to flow.
Captured.
It's hard to tell.

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