Beginning
A poem
Ain’t no limit to the wire, Wind blows through the trees. Perched atop the branch of glory, Split by two degrees.
This world needs no walls, No ankles held in chains. We must embrace the mountain shadows, Swim amongst the rain.
I’m erecting my own flag, And removing it all the same. What matters is the value, In things, we can no longer change.
I’ve wasted too many moments, Lost too many days. This blue sky is mine, To see beyond the haze.
