World

If you can't handle me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best

You won't find your worth, freedom or happiness in the other

Don't you know most of what I do is intentional?

Choosing the direction of my ship, and the sailors I let in

The designer of my deck, the buoyancy to the hull

Selector of my men

You had your chances

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I wasn't made for this world

And this world wasn't made for me

I shun the paven slabs and bland outlines

A world gone blind, forgotten our circadium rhythms

They won't even know I left it all behind

To return as the wild among kinder animals

They'll wish they were invited to our ceremony

Traversing enchanted forests as the fey

Roaming scorched valleys as the giant's ally

Becoming merchant trading shells and amulets

In exchange for esroh's hair and pixie dust

To emerge from this mire as the nymph

Have the dirt swallow my translucence

As the microbeings feast the flesh's delicacy

And the angels sweep down to plant the kiss

Clinging to Earth's pulsating bosom

Sheltering her manifestations for blossom

Ethereally breathtakingly otherworldly baby

Seeded with grace and transformed in solace

Kept from harm long enough to convey her pain

An ancient soul born on modern weeping lands

I'm not operating machines, I'm redefining future lives

Too strong willed to join the algorithm's strife

Won't be sorted by a name and number's type

I'm too busy building greater plans

Don't need any proof stating she's owned by the man

I belong in the wilderness's hands

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To be everything and nothing

Iris the voice of Gods, master of heavens and earth with no setting to map the bridge

To be all stages yet in no particular chapter

To be at all points without a specific integer on the slope

To fill all locations with no set latitude

To touch all levels with no set longitude

An eagle scoping for a firm branch to rest on

A seal searching for a sturdy glacier to evade the orca's chase

The baby looking for a warm nurturing body to be cradled

The pathetic parent after a child wakes from a coma

The moment the sun pierces the horizon each morning

The rainbow that appears after a violent storm

Withering, wilting violet iris

I seek out you, the vessel to my assortment of color

I seek out you, the gap to my escape

I seek out you, the boat to my arrival

The artist and the painter

Alice and the rabbit

The hatter and the hole

The blank canvas in the world's hands

The Creations from the Created and Creator

The whimsical wheel of fortune

Stand out from competition

Innovative and versatile

Outpace competitors

Exploring any field we want

Won't minimize these desires

Won't limit the stories we tell

Won't restrict this pumping heart

Won't prevent this inquisitive mind

Won't dig up these extended roots

Won't shake my foundations

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I wanna get outside and play

The only thing keeping me alive

Is the chance to roam and get away, someday