What do you do when it refuses to stay?
It’s free he says
And wanders about
Philosophizing
Wondering
Dancing about
Glooming
Dreaming
Prancing about
To the stars
In the daylight
To the glory
In hibernation
To the meadows
In doors
It’s wild
It’s out of control
It’s mad
And driving me crazy
And he says the culprit is me.
How can that ever be?
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