Born to Chase the Light

I once dreamed of wind without walls,
of open earth and silence loud—
a place where I could shed the cage
and bloom beneath the firebound clouds.

The desert whispered, Come undone,
Be dust, be thorn, be endless sky,
Your roots were never meant for still,
Your soul was made to wander dry.

So I went—
past fences shaped by fear,
past all the maps that said return,
and found the wild was not a place,
but something in me that could burn.

Among the prickled emerald skin
of cacti bathed in copper light,
I found companions just as fierce—
not alone, but side by side.

We do not chase the sun to flee,
but because we are the flame,
we dance on windswept golden trails,
unbound, unnamed, untamed.

Far beyond the hills' last curve,
where shadows stretch to meet the day,
we roam, forever chasing light—
not lost, but always on our way.