The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell.

You Have Forgotten The One Who Doesn't Care About Ownership, Who Doesn't Try To Turn A Profit From Every Human Exchange.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

Ignore Those That Make You Fearful And Sad, That Degrade You Back Towards Disease And Death.

You Have Escaped The Cage. Your Wings Are Stretched Out. Now Fly.

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?