~ Savage ~
I am a wild man
There is no kidding myself anymore
No pretending that I’m going be straightened out
And put on some suit and settle down
Into a life of stability and sanity.
I wasn’t made for that
And I think that’s okay
There are others who do that well
And lord knows I once gave it a shot
But those periods of routine didn’t last long
As the inescapable truth gradually emerged:
That I am a wild man
And I am only truly myself
When I stand outside of this farm
Living a life that many would call chaotic
And perhaps even pity.
But one’s man trash is another man’s gold
And this wayward life of mine
Well, it fulfils my soul
As I live by my own rhythm
Going from job to job
Residing in random rooms
Where I sit writing my books
And dreaming up my next escapade
As my heart laughs in raw freedom.
That freedom is that of the wild man
Who cannot be rid of his nature
And lives in tune with his inner voice
Not tamed by other’s opinions
Or a follower of predetermined paths
But rather runs dangerously free
In a place that is definitely not everyone
But is for me.
~ A Voice From The Wild ~ 