A/N: again written too long ago for me to remember when....
Anything But Me
Oh to be the wild grass,
To be untamed and uncut.
To feel the feel the wind enveloping my blades.
Oh to be the rushing river,
To be undamned and uncontrolled.
To hear to the tumble of the stones beneath me.
Oh to be the cunning ivy,
To be undaunted and unhindered,
To see the things that go unseen.
Oh to be the wise oak,
To be unfallible and undependent.
To smell the sweet flowers surrounding me.
Oh to be the mighty ocean,
To be unchanged and undefined.
To taste the brewing storms above me.
Oh to be anything but me.
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