Riding my dreams to their destiny
Feeling the wind, sometimes forceful,
I put my thoughts under scrutiny,
I need my mind to be peaceful.
Some feelings are so gentle, suave,
Others are wild, some are uneasy.
I’m tempted to hide in an enclave,
Before my feelings myself deceive.
I will ride again, and run free,
I’ll not be chained to the past.
I’ll survive and live carefree,
Still dream and pass the test.
KBS, April 2009.
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