The window of my soul opened, <br />And out flew my poem - <br />It was a wild thing <br />I'd foolishly tried to cage - <br />Thought I could tame it <br />And make it just like me, <br />But after awhile <br />I came to find <br />(like myself) <br />It just could not be held <br />Within the narrow confines of a mere mind - <br />It had to fly <br />And feel the freedom <br />Of living beyond stifled breaths <br />And muted thoughts - <br />Filled with expression <br />Of prescient dreams and timeless hopes, <br />Onward it ever goes <br />Flowing and free <br />Singing it's song of joy, <br />Across the endless skies of living... <br /> <br />I do not write it... It rights me.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soul-61/
