No Map, Just Wind

A spark that leaps from land to sky,

You chase the truth, you never lie.

Unless to dodge a boring fate

Then bend the tale and shift the weight.

You roam in boots, in dreams, in thought

You seek the lesson never taught.

You need the open, hate the trap

Prefer the stars to safety’s map.

You speak too fast, you laugh too loud,

You stand too tall, you draw a crowd.

But still your fire is rarely mean

Just wild, alive, and rarely clean.

You are the myth, the laugh, the flight

A comet daring wrong from right.