You do not own me
I am here because I choose to be.

The bustle of the city surrounds us

Always crying for attention

And the silence of a moment is only there if you stop to listen

Stop in the street on the cement roadways and feel the wind as it dances around your body
The heat of the sun is washed away
The noise of the traffic fades
You can be in serenity if you follow my lead

But i will not run into the path of insanity and chaos.

I will not be swept away by the speeding cars

I will stand in the wind as the sun beams upon me in the middle of this concrete highway and i will look at the sky.

You do not own me, i will do as i please and i will be happily here

And you can be swept away.

*Originally posted on my Talent Revolution blog, moved here.