Friday, July 21, 2017

Every Day

Every morn my restless soul
strains at the leash, frustrated
yearning to break free
to play with clouds
to frolick with winds
to float in seas;
But day steps in
like a strict marm
schooling impatience
curbing impudence,
I become a well-behaved child
walking on my set path
my smile pasted
on my masked face.

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