Wildness
Oh what a power it is
To think, unbridled
And taste wildness!
To dream, and wake, bathed
In frothy morning light,
Home again, whole
To see familiar, worn faces
And recall briskly what has
Etched each loving crease
To understand keenly that
Wildness cannot exist
When you belong
To yourself.
To think, unbridled
And taste wildness!
To dream, and wake, bathed
In frothy morning light,
Home again, whole
To see familiar, worn faces
And recall briskly what has
Etched each loving crease
To understand keenly that
Wildness cannot exist
When you belong
To yourself.
Key Words : Honesty, introspection, humanity, traps, self sabotage, freedom
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We chain ourselves, box ourselves in with fabricated rules and requirements.
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