I am a breeze.

I can feel the wind.

John 3:8

I've been a lion, I've been a crow

you promised me you'd never let me go

you tamed me with your pretty words

then caged me like the other birds

I've forgotten how to finish the kill

I spend my days at your windowsill

let the wind come, remind me of my change

wind come, remind me of the open range

With classes starting, I can feel my passions bubbling up.

My heart has come alive.

Creativity is singing along the corridors.

This should be good.