Racing into the wind I fly, I feel my freedom potently,
My churning legs and rhythmic breath, both fight the wind with me.

The tearing wind, as always, presents it's classic test,
I grip it's challenge in my teeth, with glee, the wind whips from my breast.

I am the falcon, diving fast, The cheetah as he hunts,
The gazelle racing against the wind, which living, loving, runs...

The sunlight stabs my eyes with light, yet the strong wind guides my falt'ring feet,
I do not need my eyes to see, The wind, my foe, he sees for me.

The sweat which pours down from my brow, Is lovingly caressed away,
I only know, that as I run, the wind whips it away..

This is my favorite test of self, this pure unfettered course.
I gain sweet knowledge of myself, as from no other source.

My rapid pulse and throbbing legs, both love the wind with me.
Racing into the wind I fly, I feel my freedom potently..

03/17/2002

Posted on 03/17/2002
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