Sounds drown out the horizon. The clouds become the breeze. Swirling here and there, they try to distract my mind. But neither the sky, nor the birds know the focus that can be achieved within a lifetime of entrapment.
The solitude, the moment, it is mine. It lasts an instant, a lifetime.
Freedom is here. No thought, no feeling. No distraction. It is right to take it. But still, I always walk away.