Wild...

i'm not in the wild

the wild; it’s in me

and the parts that aren't

won’t let me be free

the parts that were tamed

bitched into submission

the parts that were flamed

and melted in a sarcastic decision

i am no longer out to lunch

mental lunch dynamics won’t play

now it’s strictly to lunch out

be prepared then at length to perch and stay

and so i'm up here with all of my worries

that seem to grow on a daily basis

ever since they thawed out my arse

and they got me out of that frozen stasis

they released me from a prison

where the chemicals were the bars

they scoffed at my good luck and fortunes

with exuberant fake hoorahs

they set me free into a maze of sorts

that existed only in my mind

they let me see what i couldn’t believe

and then expected me to be fine

and so it turns out that i’m wild without

and i’m also still wild within

parts will never be tamed tainted or reined

and these parts are free from my sin

i roam these opulent wide open streets

i constructed in my mind and heart

and now my only and biggest dilemma

how do i add you, to this, to be a part?

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