Child

.

A pair of eyes in the morning

Open and contemplate the world,

In them you can see deep yearning

And pain, as all the sails are furled:

For this vessel no adventure

Despite the great call of the Wild,

Oh per the contract’s indenture

They shall ever remain so mild.

.


Quite incomplete.

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