My mind travels
So fast my world unravels
Into threads that can be
placed on a weavers beam.
Imagining my future
realising I am now mature
but my soul yearns for the child
Who used to walk out in the wild.
This concrete jungle I find myself in
Has kild the wild child
Who used to live within.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
My mind travels
So fast my world unravels
Into threads that can be
placed on a weavers beam.
Imagining my future
realising I am now mature
but my soul yearns for the child
Who used to walk out in the wild.
This concrete jungle I find myself in
Has kild the wild child
Who used to live within.
I miss nature, specifically the forests...need to go hiking soon
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