Feathers

i grow weary
of the passions
of this world.
of the status,
of the acquisitions.
of cowards
lording power
over the weak,
of silent heroes,
choosing safety
over liberty.
my spirit yearns
for country skies,
for the tallest timbers
and crystal waters.
to leave this pitiful existence
behind me
and become one
with the winds;
i am ready.

~lt