When the wind calls to you, and you stay inside. Lands of unknown beckon and you refuse to stir. Shine from within like an untapped…
Say, no more If I can not Own you, be obsessed by you I would rather not See you, be with you
Thanks, it was getting cold ‘fore you stole from the gods That transcendent fruit. Wisdom would’ve cost too much.
may I never be so inclined Manners be damned to mistake the passivity Meaningless mediocrity of the oppressive herd