Running, racing, writhing
Through the windswept woods
Freedom burning through my
Taut limbs, coursing
As I fly past the trees
I wake, startled to reality
Tears stinging my cheeks
As the scent of the forest fades
My heart aching with longing
To dash, unrestrained.
But I am not the creature
That runs in my dreams
No feline gazes from the mirror
Bound to this mortal body
I run only in my dreams.
So I close my eyes
And sleep...
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