(photo credit: Richard Bach)

Free……free at last
from the ties that bound me.
Taking to the wing and soaring
up through the clouds

Swooping, diving as
Jonathon Livingstone Seagull
The sweet taste of liberty
is as nectar to my lips.

Give me the M25
in the middle of the night
Road closed at both ends
and let me fly

Give me free reign.
Have wheels, will travel
I can come, I can go
whenever it pleases me

My legs may be redundant
but my wheels are fantastic
Up and down, back and forth
No ties now, in my freedom.