Free Spirit

If you thought I get tied down to small things
You will be disappointed
To see me zoom past
Not holding my fire.

High and free
Is how the spirit should be
Standing at no doors
While seeing to the chores.

I like to continue
Enjoying the newness
Only sometimes to pace
But glide or fly otherwise.

You need to smell the fresh air
At the heights where I soar
To know what I am addicted to
And what makes me happy too.