Feeling Free

It's a warm breeze at my back
as I glide and sail. 
Conscientious, constrained, I'm not. 
I don't care if I pass or fail.

In my pleasurably empty mind, 
(cosmic music I can see),
I'm profoundly unpurposeful. 
I am feeling free. 

Left or right, which way will I turn?
Right now, I don't even care.
As long as I have love to burn,
I'll know when I get there.

I don't know how long it will take
(scenic paintings I can hear),
or if I ever find my way back again,
because I have no fear.

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