Here I stand, bridge of time immemorial
One side are people and their rules
Other, unbarred trees and unbridled call
Both within the grasp of my tiny hands.
People I choose, will be no bother
For everyday will be another day
Ways of civility and politeness gentle
Within corrupted by worms of malice.
Wilderness is pure and untouched by many
Where I can stay with me and thoughts of mine
Unburied by claims of my soul uncanny
Nor the fear of displeasing sundry mire.
I feel my satchel weighing me down
Pressing to go back to people dear.
Souls to which I owe gratitude unworn
And dreams to fulfil in future near.
“Go my child, away from unscathed me
But remember you shall be back with thy mother
Sooner than your mind counted time”.
Whispered the wild wind in my ear.
I tug my satchel and walk to this world back
With a promise seared on my soul to unpack.