Wild Thoughts
Fraught heart of desire I find,
breathe in like a child tossing wildflowers in the field
revel in some odd yet familiar proclivity
dance in the fires and sleep in the rain
feel not comfy but comfy in the extraordinary
for ordinary things are done by all kinds of people
Make sense to not make sense
fry someone's brain
and when your time comes to go
die knowing you lived among the living
who walk every day like the dead.
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