You saw me breaking free, and fiercely running away from the mid-day sun fallen asleep.
Maybe I will be too careless, reckless even, and I won’t live to see the sunset. But if I do, I will again turn my back on the suns’ last glance if it reeks of judgment.
The loudest that I can, I will tell the land and the sky that I never needed a hero, I never needed to be saved.
I never needed to be looked after, or someone else to take the lead.
And I couldn’t be happier
if my fire expires,
and I am left to rest in peace
While the sea murmurs of my daring adventures
and the mid-day sun continues to sleep.
Spirit of Tara 