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something growling deep inside |
The hunter walks among the blocks of city lights and damp sidewalks. He appears to be just a man without direction or a plan but growling somewhere deep inside primal as the sea is wide Gwen, the puma, waits for release to feed hunger that'll never cease. Constant she reminds the hunter they can't linger here much longer. Freedoms peace comes at a price; All this worlds treasures won't suffice. Lordship of all the kingdoms of men can't sate the hunger of the wild within. The hunter, a statue lost in dreams of running wild like flowing streams. Where there is room to love and grow only sky above and earth below. Understanding all he sees; He feels as ancient as the breeze. The puma prancing at his side; There movements synced in perfect stride. Reflections of each others heart, forgetting they were once apart. No words describe his love for Gwen, Words mean nothing to the wild within. To think of this, the hunter sighs invites sadness to veil his eyes. Once you've seen the gods grandeur, you can't return to who you were. Surrounded by a faceless mob, he imitates, but knows it's flawed to live and die wholly confined in cages build to tie and bind like wood to fuel the endless plight wrought by greeds coercive might, because cages can not hold it in, the passion of the wild within. |