2.3.25

Placid






Your wings always there, 
since our beginnings, 
and your feet are never tied with the lasso. 
I let you already tho.
You know I did and do. 

You are as free as a blue bird, 
You are as true as steel,
You are believable as you said everything, even if it was a lie. 

There you stand on the top facing the south, 
Neither I force nor I trick, 
Neither I pushed nor tied.

You know where you should be heading to.
You know where you should be resting to.



All the time.