Alano316, 64

When I was a small child, I remember a summer long gone, I was sat in a meadow with all manner of life surrounding me, the sun was hot but every now and then a little breeze would touch my face, I wonderd if that same wind that just brushed my cheek would ever come back to me in my lifetime, well" as the story goes, I became that wind,like the native american people of long ago, my only desire in life was to remain free, but looking at the state of the world today, we are now all prisoners of the society that just a handful of beings have created. but i believe with all my heart that the winds of change are coming.