Keeping The Inner Child- Born To Be Wild
When your caught in the dead end, pointless job 9 to life
2.3 children, concrete cell, full of strife
Sell the system your soul, just to fit in
If thats conscious living, then id much rather sin
That, s if it, a sin, just to be free
Then i, ll have some of that
Cause im really just me
Who loves open spaces, mischeif and flowers
Cause nature is truth, beauty, freedom and ours
Yes i escaped the box
And just said know
To this degenerate system
A long time ago
Bemused by the hypocrites, abusing our land
With no kind of nutrition i understand
Me i won, t wage war on anyone
Just want to create, play, dance, write poems and have fun
Cause freedom is movement, mischief and free
Who fancies some playtime, go on come and join me
Yes come in to the playground
See the wood from the trees
Let down your hair in it, s halcyon breeze
Go on switch off that telly
At least for a while
Get playfull and carefree, re-discover your smileTthis poem is dedicated to Each adult i see
Drowning by numbers in the concrete city
You must rediscover that free inner child
So free from constraints
Trully born to be wild
i
poem by Will Munter
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