Where the wild flowers grow
Inspiration for this poem is Ruby Tuesday by The Stones 22/6/25 1392
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. If you want to name me, call me butterfly.
I need to be free as the birds flying by.
Its not that my ego surged.
Its just that I have emerged.
* *
* *
I am unchained,
and look what I've gained.
A paradox of wandering dreams.
Free to take life to extremes.
* *
No strings to hold me can be weaved.
Insurmountable summits achieved.
I adore to be bathed in glorious life
where nothing can cause me any strife.
* *
* I intend to be free to indulge. *
I feel so securely alive, my heart can’t divulge.
To hold me so tightly will only cause deceit
I'll not remain, I wont accept hideous conceit.
* *
I wont be mundane or true to convention.
That will never be my intention.
Just tell em I live over the rainbow,
* where the wild flowers grow. *
* *
A refusal of all detention, I've reached.
I wont listen to what they preached.
If your love starts to bind me.
No longer will you find me.
* *
I'll be moving on.
Your butterfly will be gone.
I'll be over the rainbow.
* Cause I simply had to go.*
Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2025
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