The air screams loudly
Bids me to join her
In the roads of the city
In the alleyways of freedom
Bound by nothing
Limited only by the range of human movement
(& even then the heart is free more so)
But I am shackled by restrictions
Restricted by inoppurtunity
And so the air howls
And teases me
While I sit in solitude
And spit in fate's face.
