The Thing You Are

You’re the cow
in the autumn air,
you’re the winter’s
polar bear,
you’re the moth on
a summer’s breeze,
you’re freedom to
go where you please.

You’re the light
upon the window pane,
you’re the pounding
on the roof in the rain,
you’re the quiet
rebellion at heart,
you’re freedom
to rip life apart.

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