maverick.

if only i could crawl into the cold, dark earth-
buried underground in a moist fog,
hearing cleansing rain pounding on the ground,
trickling down my skin.
i want to ride the wind-
let gusting air penetrate every fiber of my being
and carry me away.
whisk me through the sky and over beautiful landscapes,
scattering me over fields of swaying grass-
of dense forests and snow capped mountains,
of everywhere untouched by man.
all i want is to be free. free from here. free from there-
free from him and him and her.
and i hope as i'm carried away by a western wind
or a flowing stream,
that the feeling is mutual.
for i'm the type who's meant to be alone-
a free spirit, waiting for mother nature to
pull me to her.