And I heard you say
Let me be wild and tangled and free
Let me run and yell and catch things
And come back dirty and shining, with thistles in my hair
I am tired of being timid, you said
I am tired of being quiet, perfectly creative
I want to leave my closet door open at night
I want to climb out of the window of who I am expected to be
And leap into the reality of wishes landing
In a cascade of cherry blossoms
"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not..." emerson
