Where the wild flowers grow

Inspiration for this poem is Ruby Tuesday by The Stones 22/6/25 1392 ___________________________________________________________ {{{}}} {{{{ }/}} {{}}} *** {{/}}} {{{{}}}}} *~/*~* // {{{ }}} {{{} *~* // \\ {{{{*}}} // // *}} \\ {{||}} //}}} // ** {{{ \\ || // // \\ || // // . 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.*