A new poem.

Where am I going, you ask?
Don’t ask stupid questions.

I don’t need a map.
I throw away my compass.
My heart will show me the way.

I walk by myself.
Am I not lonely, you ask? Yeah, right!
I scorn the company of my own shadow.

Freedom! That is the rule!
Why don’t you try and hold me down?
I will die magnificently in front of you.

No one can break my wings!