You are ready to grow up
after years of chasing the wind
roaring on the way
to surpass crusty-throated dreams.

You were in a vortex
unlike a dog chasing the shadow of your tail
circular conscience seeking deliverance
in a land no one had told you
would be an ambitious mini-hell
where alone you stood
laughing but now hearing the sound of happiness.

Ah, how times move; you are ready to grow up now
to walk without a care as you enter
the halls of fame in the Sport

of life, love above all else
that seeks your attention
when you hear the wind's howl.