Anything i don’t like

i escape

they can’t abduct my time

my youth and life

i want to know the last trail

of a pillow cloud

i want to go out on an adventure

with the morning breeze

i want to leave some spring flowers

for wintertime

freedom

the pendulum of joy

words awaken

in the rough turbulent sea of thought

travel through time and space

finally they stay

on the apex

of the heart.