Running With the Moon
As I sit and howl at the Moon
I take form in the light
running in the night
chasing the sky
moving with clouds.
Im wild and free
my feet hit the ground
footprints in the cold mud
i become stripped of society
as i become one with nature
wind blowing through my hair like trees
this is my compass
i navigate throught the forests of life
the rain pours as i dance in beauty
the river flows down the valley
as i unveil the real me
naked in the wilderness
i rest with the beasts
i tame the inner me
run from the conformities
to who,what calls me home
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