That Boy's Buried Principle
I wonder if it's wrong to cherish such a notion. How to put such a thing as this into practical use...?
Bodily freedom is a hard thing to come by
But I won't stop!
To feel the rush of the wind in my hair--no pain, no itching, no misery
One sleek animal promises to me, I can run, swift and be free--no, be me!
No more lament, just moving forward on all four feet... scenting airs once tepid, now sweet...
No longer backed into a corner by my own eye, looking inward--no antithesis, no anxiety, no fate.
Content to live my life, just for once ignoring the obvious
Happy, a dumb beast!