Flying, drifting through the brook of my mind,
These thoughts do creep,
Some for glee, others of dread.
Clawing, scratching at my brain,
Fighting to get out;
Hidden in the deep, dark cage
Of rivalry.
They do compete to escape,
To be the one set free
To light up my mind with ideas and words,
If only they could see
They are really
Fierce, rowdy lions,
Leaping through their doors,
Biting past their bars,
And jumping out of confinement and into
A home of their own.


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