I love the wind in my face,
as I race across the park.
I feel like a gazelle running alone.
Looking for solitude in the dark.
The smell of the grass and the trees,
floating on the breeze,
as I flash past a man sleeping on a bench.
What does he have, what does he see?
Does he think that he is better off than me?
I am free and running with a smile,
a few more yards, another mile,
and I will be home back in my cage....
Dreaming of someone to set me free,
from this conformist reality.