Point

Whizzing,
around,
whee whee whee,
are you here
or there
or maybe home bound?
Missing the point,
or direction,
I point.
A fission of dreams,
formulate into being.
It's all just luck,
a drop in the hat,
that I wear on my head,
and walk like a cat.
Prowess, and poise,
seeing nothing but air,
I follow the wind,
breathing out all my cares.
Run free little mind,
you'll land somewhere,
that's sure to have beauty,
and something so rare...

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