Untethered, wild, mad
My thoughts drown in the dark or are drawn to the stars
Ocean floor or the skies above
I look for little cracks to pull it all apart
I don't color inside the lines
It's smudges and torn pages
I don't fit inside a box
It's dissent and sand storms
Don't waste a boundary line around me
I carve doors on the edges
Don't build a box for safety
I want to burn it all
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