Out in the cold
The wind called my name
So I faced it without fear
I breathed freely in this fresh air
Sweeping away old realms
I had changed direction
I would not surrender
Feeling neither rejection nor objection
For a prize I had not sought
Contented by the warmth of my labour
The fruits never tasted so sweet
Even if a little unrefined
This is the field of dreams
Today liberty won
So leave me out in the cold
Satisfaction was paid
By releasing the flame within
-Camille Delaquise