Too Stable To Be Completely Lost
I want to be completely honest,
But truth isn't free.
Maybe I'd be better off out in the green,
Not here where my mind goes wild
Trying to count everything I lost.
Wish I was stable.
It's not life's nature to be stable.
To be honest,
Sometimes you can be too free.
When you're still green
And a little too wild
You can get so lost…
Why am I always lost?
I'm not good at things stable.
And I shy away when things get too honest.
I struggle hard to break free,
To just fade into eyes of green
Or follow the one who's most wild.
They're so inspiring, those wild
People who aren't afraid of getting lost.
They don't care what's stable,
And are never afraid to be entirely honest.
Wish I could be that free!
Ah, envy is always so green.
Or maybe it's just me who's green,
Too afraid of being wild
And so sick of try to rescue what I've lost.
Too in love with the word stable
To ever be honest.
Too bound by convention to be free.
But I do strive to be free,
Never mind what's green,
And alive, and terrifyingly wild.
I'm going to help rescue those lost,
And build a stable
Of wondrous things. Honest.
I'm both honest and free,
Alone in the green wild,
And too stable to be completely lost.
-srw
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