It was wild You know that type of wild That doesn’t let anything tell its journey It’s the stripes, the scars and freckles Its all there It was the type of wild of intimacy and the passion that rises in one’s eye It was falling and never touching the ground It was like pinching stars from the sky It was touching the clouds with your soul it was the wandering the stolen dance And leaving your hands on the ground. A wild that would never make you hard It was so soft But so freaking yellow Burning burning burning Oh man did I burn As I sat near a pale, I swore not to touch it It was wild as wild could be Open beautiful, emotion pouring rivers of gold Long grass A veal of freedom a loss of control. It was wild Raw Endless And we were lost in the adventure of the creeping green wilderness dancing through forests until our hearts had fall gently together. scraping the mountains like eagles and diving like sea birds. oh this life Oh it was wild.
Heres to living as giants on Monday and ants on Sunday.
i'm not all sure on why i wrote this past tense, oh well i like it.