My heart begs to dance in a field of wildflowers

as wide as my mind can imagine it to be;

so open for my soul to dance freely and

discover the reason humanity breathes

and craves the ability to get lost

Yet, when we do, we often end up

worse than we started, bended and broken hearted

With our minds expanded, knowledge enhanced,

those lost trudge on until their final destination,

Guided blindly by fate; where they end up

may be lead by the heart’s desire

or by assumption

It is all left unknown to our minds,

high on pondering, until destiny collides,

pushing the start button on gravity

and bringing us to our knees, crashing

into the cement below our cloud kingdom,

slicing our skin open and releasing the butterflies

held captive, long awaiting freedom

I question if where I am is where I am meant to be,

a mundane thought to succumb to

Life itself feels right, but not, all at once

but my heart will not stop until I am found

in the bend of a curving highway paved in a mountain or

in the view from a building as tall as my desire to jump

in order to test my ability to spread my wings

against the breath of mother nature

Freedom is our ability to leave

and rediscover our own purposeful meaning

of existence in a world of reoccurring

nightmares and dreams

It is in these foggy memories that

we are found wandering in

a field of wildflowers,

living and breathing