3I can see it, hear it,
feel it in my blood.
I can feel the pinpricks of soft
rain drops on my arms.
My soul is restless.
I have to run
set free the mind, the body
and the soul
Yearning to run, yearning to go.
Soul set free, rocketing into
the cold air.
A breathless laugh, as a spirit
released, a soul flung free, reckless ready,
bold and free.
~ americananime, Feb 6 2002
A/N: What's there to say? I have no rhythm. Anyway, it was written in math class while rain fell. Amazing what a boring math class will do to one's mind. Or maybe it was the highlighter ... just kidding.