Follow Me
It is the beginning
Of something new.
It is the eruption
Of an oncoming experience.
Tell the wolves I'm home,
I'm in the mood to try new things.
The insincerity of experiences
With humans insecure
In their own skins,
Seems to deflate the objective
Of the brainache society has become.
Come with me,
Follow my barefoot path.
Reconnect with your home,
Mother Earth.
Experience yourself
Devoid of social clutter,
Your neighbours opinions really don't matter.
This life you are living
Is a journey for the soul,
Not for the ego
Or, for that matter,
The bank balance.
Lose it all,
Start afresh,
Follow me.
Copyright © Heather Rodwell | Year Posted 2018
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