Am I listless prick as many would believe
Or am In someone who hates to bereave
At lost opportunities, at lost games
Or am I fairy waiting to take flight
Never to be tamed? I feel like I do,
A friendly feeling really but often
My actions prove this to be nary;
I feel for the world like no other
Kindness is my second name
And lofty dreams and ideals
Render me wild and untamed.
I believe in myself less now
As age has caught on
I also lesser now know
The tree from the cloud.
Am I defeated? No.
Am I wandering? A little, may be.
Am I seeking? Absolutely,
A life where I am free.
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