Wolfrunner
Posted on 16. Sep, 2009 by Otto Robba in Poetry
I’m feeling a lil’ bit wild,
I was tamed, that I won’t deny,
Won’t hide – But I’m feeling wild.
Run and climb,
Tongues grind
-Feeling wild, not tame
I’ll do like the lion and wear a mane.
Soaring wishes and bubble dreams,
Everything connected without seams
-A perfect cycle of which I’m part
Making my untame, wild art.