Stray, to where? With whom?
In the end we must choose ourselves
over and over.
It’s not too late
to go to wild places,
alone,
and unafraid…
There are places where thoughts cannot go,
places your mind will not take you.
Like a road that stops at the foot of a hill
or falls short in the deep of a valley…
Unhitch yourself from the wagon
that goes only one way
knows only one route
travels the same rutted path
it always has,
Where are your wilds?
What have you tamed
and let others tame in you?