I don’t want to be rushed.
I don’t want to fly
I don’t want to shoved ahead or pushed.
Its not that I don’t like to feel
the wind in my face
I hate to run
all of my life
I’ve been shouted at, shamed and chased.
So please feel free to soar on by
I’ll catch you up later
if I happen to come by.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Soar