Full Moon,
I found the reset,
The button to erase,
To put the body at ease,
To keep the mind from juggling trumpets,
Hoots and horns can be found ringing,
I am now playing in the Jungle I bought upon myself,
I am good at this,
An orphan child who is free and wild,
Knees and hands etched in blood,
Swinging from tree, to land, to sky,
I sometimes forget I run this Fortress,
That these are my Quarters that others can be welcomed into,
Only upon my request,
So how dare I question my spirit,
If it is deserving of such Pleasures,
My cranium and all that lays within me,
Worked too hard to give up in struggle,
My seven heavens,
Built from the Backbone outwards,
My chakras flooding, grounding,
I am the wildest of wolves,
I want to play,
With no Expectations,
Am I really free?
Or is the beginning of a breaking?