tethered to my soul
wherever I went
was beyond my control
On the mountains I 've seen
little passages through
where the herds would all rush
from point one to point two
Little specks of a little life
mere colors on the floor
that once were there
but are here no more
I've long given up
severing this bond
lest I should I fall
into a muddy murky pond
why wish for something I do not have,
why wish for something more
with all the treasures in my life
I shall never think I'm poor
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