I am free spirit
A wild soul
I do not fit
Into the mould
My heart is bohemian
My nature, rebellious
Thus my intuitions fight
For all that is marvellous
I refuse to bend
To the limiting believes
Our norms have set
Blinding us like thieves
I was sculpted and shaped
In the land of ice and fire
My kin told me all about
Trolls, Elves & folk choir
My fingers play around
The strings of my guitar
Follow my creative swirl
On recycled candle jars
I am free spirit
A wild soul
For I believe in
All that is whole