A Change Of Heart

Like water that was let loose from its reservoir, I decided to gear my feet to where gravity will take me, than always forcing myself to flow upward, just to go back down. I should go where the gust blows to be with the grasses that just grow, even without care, than going against the wind to a direction where only cactuses have the right to thrive. I must tame my pride and follow the wisdom of the sky, so, like the sun, I could thrive even when clouds are gray, and even when days becomes the night, for, on one side, I always shine.