Wild things

We want to run free,
We crave to go wild,
Afraid of commitments,
Still acting like a child..

We want to fly high,
We want to dive deep,
But the funny thing’s that,
Our legs don’t even creep..

We dream of a wild world,
We crave to run free,
Only to realize that,
Nothing comes without a fee..

With every step forward,
We shape our own destiny,
We create and destroy dreams,
Shaping ’em in line with our wants and needs..

We are the fires,
Waiting to be enkindled,
Who’ll spread like wildfires,
Never to be doused again..

We are the fires,
Latent in our hearts,
When crammed with aforestated definitions,
Will explode,
Breaking everything to shards..

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