The Wind and the Wild

my hair runs wild, my thoughts went a little more, with dreams in my eyes the world a little below my insanity runs amok while the cold wind blows towards wilderness I am swept maybe, beneath there is snow not scared to stumble for I have wings to show wider and wider they are spread higher and higher I go Above the moors, Neck to neck with mountains Above is just a moon No fumble no falter No full stops ahead, Left right center Incessant infinity…