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

because

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

maybe

if I happen to come by.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Soar