An Inaudible Whir

This is the poem that came out of a previously mentioned 10 minute writing exercise:

The Roaming ~ by Cameron Lindsay

An Inaudible Whir
From my mind was heard.

You'd know because you feel it,
Perhaps as much from you as me.

I grew envious of the clouds, their freedom,
And their taunts, in voices I swear they had.

The sound (?) from me began as soon as my mind
Completely rebelled. Needles on my neck, I too took flight.

Drifting off the cliff, with Vagabond zeal, I knew:
"When you roam, do as the Roaming do."

I think I should try to clean it up more, but I don't think it's bad for ten minutes.