Wild Really

I watch from my perch. High in the air...with nay but a care

Out of control running up away from the call of the world

War of the earth, grounded and bruised, made to soar, a meteor, dinosaurs play tug of war with the birds. 

Chaos unfurls.

Wild really. 

How while we waste time waiting, watching. 

We waste away and wine and weather, dodging.

Lodged inside our mind is what we wish were gone forever, yet what we need will bleed away when we remove the pain in brain that finds the mind is molding.

A mold, in which we break free to never be again and weather free, new shapes to be, so painfully but slowly free we split away, we're folding.

Golden. 

Glows of great blinding colour, yellow but duller, yet shiny and fuller, a mold of yellow weathered and torn, dull and worn, shined by others, away from cover, a shine, a golden gold uncovers. 

The shine has shone, the dull we do not mourn. 

A broken colour, hated now we love em.

So shine with others touch and trust never to rust at the rain.

A line is set behind to never be pushed any further away. 

Barricade the bad days and continue further ahead. 

Dead or free, one could be, dead yet still find a way to head.

Stay and see and say to me that it will all be alright. 

Even lies can help through life and lessen the struggle through the night. 

Yes I promise you will see.

That it's wild really.