Control, and barely touching, that is You
A few words are enough to capture me
To put me in place is not hard for You
Molding me in a shape You want me to be
But that is still a wish, I like to keep alive
Dreaming of freedom in captivity
I am not that far yet, I know I need to strive
Practicing in not clinging and flexibility
For me it is not about goals or destinations
It is walking along unexpected paths, experience sensations
Supporting each other on bumpy roads even too
I hope there will be more days I can follow You
Sunday, February 15, 2015
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