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Set Me Free
As I watched the loose discarded paper being moved by the wind
It appeared to have no control , just landing wherever the wind blew it
First I watched it land in a bed of white flowers
It just laid there so still and content
Then the wind picked it up again and blew it into the gutter
Filled with dried leaves and moisture from the rains
Oh dear, I thought . Now what will it do?
It laid there still as could be waiting, waiting
For the next breath of wind
As a car drove past the force from the tires tumbled it over and over
And rushed it right into the road ,as a huge truck
Passed by and ran over it. Leaving with a terrible black scar
It laid there and laid there stuck to the wet road
Oh dear, oh my--should it really end in such a place?
When it could have flown into a better space
An open window where a child plays..a barn door where the animals lay
Or high...higher into the sky as a butterfly might
A dream come true !
I had to leave ..the bank teller gave me my receipt.....never to know
Oh Set Me Free