Born of sense and equal parts reason
and a baker’s dozen
of who even knows
choices have led me
down straight away highways
with voices of fathers
and men of the moon
from where comes my wildness
cutting through the wilderness
wilder than rocks cut by water
down by the border
where i roam
exploration things worth saving
leaves and feathers
pressed in a page
take me with you
wherever you’re going
there’s absolutely nowhere
i don’t wanna go

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