Wild like the forest, I tempt you with my nerve,
The river within overflows, with joie de vivre.
My heedlessness unsettles you, mocks you no end,
You *have* to domesticate me, to your will bend.
Nourishing like the field, I satisfy your whim,
Like a canal I'm straightened, and become bound to him.
The one who plows and injures, reaps the reward,
Until I become barren, and he can no longer afford.
Desolate like the fallow land, I'm all but ignored,
The stream has dried up, maybe he has become bored.
I'll bear fruit again, just give me some time and space,
Let my wilderness seep out, I'll become fertile by God's grace.
No one has asked me, what *I* want to be,
Label me all you want, I just want to be free.
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