Filter the storm of thought,
Like chasing island retreat-men,

Genuine veins not those fake ones they place inside your lifeless,
Tangle of mud,

You see yourself?
Sitting there in dark star-light,
Waiting for the overgrown hawk to
Come bite you in half

She thinks the world of you,
But you don't care about this or that,
Or anything,
You just want to be free,
To chase birds,
To laugh at trees,
To swim with dolphins,
That's freedom
Stay it