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…

may I never be so inclined Manners be damned to mistake the passivity Meaningless mediocrity of the oppressive herd

Thanks, it was getting cold ‘fore you stole from the gods That transcendent fruit. Wisdom would’ve cost too much.

Say, no more If I can not Own you, be obsessed by you I would rather not See you, be with you