Strings in the winds,
A wave of freedom lashes,
As always, I now
Remain aware.

This rising thus help
Energies soar,
Reminding me of some indulgences,
I let them go.

More and more fuel adds
To the burning of
 All the so called solutions.

It takes little
Of what I am can offer.

Some habits yet stay back,
The I in them too,

But these strings
In these winds
Burns all remains of
A division so.