The Weathervane's Lament

By Saywisely

1 min read Jan 20, 2025
I spin and turn, a gilded slave,
To every whim the breezes gave.
I show the world which way to face,
Yet I am bound to this one place.

I dream of flying, wild and free,
Not just to point, but just to be.
To follow winds of my own heart,
Instead of playing this fixed part.

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