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Do you remember the sound
Which wakes you each morning?
Is it the chirping of birds,
The shouts of the neighbours children,
The snoring of a lover,
Or the soft fingers of your little one?

What did they call you as a child?
What do they call you now?
Is it the same sweetness they named me?
I wonder if they lied to you too,
And if like me you tried to live up to it.
Do you still believe them?

Do you know pain and aloneness?
The type that nudges you awake each morning,
Silently telling you fake it once more.
Do you close your eyes to it
While quietly turning it into a sound?
Do you accept it and bask in it?

When did you recognise who you are?
How did you discover your real name?
I am a wild child.
Wildness is me and I am it.
I wake each morning wanting more.
Is it the same for you?

Do you have dreams?
Do you feed your unquiet soul?
Do you derive pleasure from any of it,
Or you live each day waiting for it to end?
Does it make your heart beat faster?
Are you happy?

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These are just random thoughts running around in my head. So, I decided to write them down.

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