I WANT TO GET LOST INTO THE WILDS

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    I WANT TO GET LOST INTO THE WILDS

    Change your name your identity
    Money makes people cautious
    So I don’t need money
    Laughter of satisfaction
    Gives me truth, blood is hunger and thirst
    Drunk and got no idea what for
    I want to get lost
    I’m trying myself, not to be found
    Violence we are forced to witness
    Oh! You are just a melting summer
    Money leads to blindness
    Into the dunes I fly
    Choose between the unchooseable
    Power is an illusion
    All is not well for hippie perimeter
    I echo into the wild
    It’s funny how funny things happen at a particular time
    A murderer of every day’s truth
    Work for the sake of work, not money?
    Some people feel like they don’t deserve love
    They walk away quietly, can’t be Jesus always
    Golden wheat gives happiness
    I’m on my own, into it all alone
    You don’t need to be strong, just feel strong
    Into the wild, living under nature not under society
    Hippocrates, politician
    It’s mistake. I’ll do it and I know I’m a fool
    Be advised, don’t try to be happy, be happy
    Sacrificed without a fight
    Don’t try to track me down, I want to get lost
    Lost into the wild, for myself, being happy
    Devastation cut them all
    I’ll be the harvester of thy sorrow for real
    Walking through the desert of snow
    God! How could be so beautiful at things?
    Something is more than anger
    My nature drives me crazy into the wild
    With wild horses running all around
    Freedom is simple and beautiful
    And the world can’t wait any longer
    King of the road lost into the forest
    Of wild metal ironic homes
    Back to home making way
    To find who you are into manhood
    Cops can hit hard but can’t help at all
    And now,
    Back into the wild
    I want to be free
    Heading towards north
    Back to society
    You are a crazy bitch………..society
    Hope you (society) are not lonely without me
    I turn the river flowing but wont turn my way. Coz off it
    Desperation and guilt brings pain
    A love of mother has no radical instinct
    What are those metaphors made up off?
    No regret, no remorse
    No time late coming back to home
    Find yourself a perfect love
    As a perfect love finds you
    And you’ll know traveling into the wild
    Children’s can be harsh to parents
    And I’ll be coming home
    Make me an angel
    I could fly into the lights
    Believing, living is just a hard way to go
    Afraid to die! That’s what you are all about not me

    You’re goin’ home from the wild
    Into the wild
    You’re healing well, well off your cuts
    Into the wild
    You are playing high, high above sky

    You’re playing, praying there
    Into the wild
    Into the wild, you’re cared
    Be thy mother, be thy nature
    I’m loving it all, into the wild

    Could I unleash the lion?
    And you unleash your pain?
    Smiling into the journey you pass
    Just lost into the wild
    Found!
    Found within yourself
    You can’t be god always.


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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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