Wed, 05/01/2019 - 14:33 -- a_aga

I felt it in the wind knotting my hair.

I felt it as my eyes squinted to the sun.

I felt it as the radio played

And the air blew on my face.


I was in control

Of life, fate, and death.

I was in control

Of all the consequences.


Anything I do affects the world.

I determine my own fate.

Freedom blows through the windows

As I drive to independence.


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