In my bewilderment,
I unleash my nomadic self
Where I can roam free, wander endlessly,
Wnd get lost in the boundless wildlands of my inner world,
Where I can run free in the wilderness of my being.
I scamper toward the sun,
Gazing into the horizon of my soul,
Seeking new territories, fresh rivers,
And untouched scenery.
I am forever in quest
Of what makes me feel more alive,
And less merely existing.
I embrace the here and now with arms wide open.
I hug the unexpected,
And kiss the lips of mystery
That I encounter within myself
And within others.
I am always on the run,
High on emotions,
Savoring the ache of wanting too much.
Thinking too much.
Feeling too much.
I enjoy being me,
Even when I loathe one of the many selves
That live within me.
I find pleasure in my madness.
I rejoice in my multitudes.
I celebrate my demons
as much as I celebrate my angels.
I adore seeing my reflection
In the spark I find
In the eyes of those I love.
The wild horses of my mind
Will forever gallop free.
I will never tame them
To fit someone’s idea of who I should be.
I am who I am,
And that is the only way
I truly know who I am.
So either run wild with me
Or simply let me be.
