A bit of a woman, a bit of a child,
A bit of restless vagabond dreams,
A bit of the confusion
That crossed your mind.
You left me a saga
Of viscous pain,
I spinned it all, into lucid rhyme.
We searched for drugs to diminish an ache,
You found it in alter,
I found it in time.
Yet I lived through it all
I felt through the bane,
And retrieved a looking glass,
Never had I seen.
Like dark clouds fetch,
Wet toes that shiver,
Before colouring your backyard
Into a brighter green.
Its all in the mind, nothing forever
We start many stories,
Trust them to end.
Some do, some don't,
Some conspire to footprints
That silently bore us,
To wherever we stand.
Wild is that confines
To the lines that it chose,
From a mind of its own
However tame it may seem.
So that's what it means,
A speck of the wild,
That came,that lived
That left on its whim.
-dp
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