My Gypsy Soul

My Gypsy Soul The lure of nature, the wide open roads, the never-ending stretches of highway with the wind whizzing past, a life of nothing holding me down, or just a life where I could escape the strings and norms that society binds us in. Freedom! Poetic? Yeah! These are what gypsy dreams are made of. I guess somewhere in my genes, my inner most being, lies a dormant gypsy waiting to break free from the shackles of being and doing the expected, of giving free rein to the wild side of my persona. Recently, I have been feeling as if I have a split personality. One that is the logical, responsible, morally right person. And the other, is this young wild mare, waiting for an opportunity to give flight to his clipped wings, put dance back into his step and bring back the innocence and wonder to eyes that have lost their shine. It would indeed be a sight for those who know me as a composed, controlled mature person, to suddenly see me in a different avatar, one that is not afraid to go where angels dare, dance with the abandon of one who has never known chains, or give voice to a hidden talent suppressed for too long! A youthful awakening... again?😉