Unlike the ancestors
of my past
I fly up the
mountains
Gazing over their
steep ridges
Having my own mind to
decide
Should I stop upon
that tree or sail past it and onto the next?
Where will I rest?
Do I even want to
settle down?
These are my questions
No longer do I wonder
about any other
I think for myself
I live for myself
My future is my own
determinant
And I shall fly
onwards towards the great North Star.
-Jessica
Santos
©
2014 Jessica Santos
