Why Must You Own Me?

Free souls freely floating like fish in the sea Free souls freely roaming like critters in nature's peaks Free souls flying, aviating I FLY like eagles on the wing Who would trap me and make me their play thing? Trim my wings, grind my beak, until I looked like a fine handsome pigeon or a royal turkey Who can see my perfection, unmolested, and not change ME? Fly by my side, or under my wings of love, talons gently steadying thee, moving in and out thru life's breezes, lofting, floating, swirling, cyclonic potency, blown out, where does the spent wind go? I FLY and will continue, it's in my bones and in my sinew