The woods were my home. 
Unfettered freedom there. 
Leaping over fallen trees,
Competing with no one but myself. 
Running until I was out of breath and gulping-
A fish out of water.
Dreams blown in all directions
like the dandelions I used to scatter. 
No time to stop and make sense of them. 
A barefoot wanderer searching for God. 
Always searching for God.