vi. Ideal

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Too often

We let our hearts soar away in fear
And leave our bodies
Cold and soulless
To adjust.

Throwing ourselves away
To appease the whims of others.


No.


I am free.



I'm free and you soon will be
My home
My forest
My family.




I shall bring this dragon down to size.
Clipping his wings
Turning him back into the small bird he once was.




And then I will be free to join you in the revelry.