I’m possible… possible,
Breaking away from the hard-holding hand and flinging myself in the air on the sea on a wave in the land. And trashing about just impossibly… possibly, calling no yelling,yelling as loud as I can,
I am me!
I am me!
I can do anything.
I can run to the end of land if I want to
or swim to the end of the sea of I want to.
I want to know-not now,
but I want to and I will when it’s possible… really is possible.