As I sit here, without a want, a care, no pressure
I feel peace, contentment, and lesser
Responsibility than I have felt since I was a child,
When happiness was real, and the world was still wild.
But my heart was tamed, by myths and deadlines,
My loves were misguided, and my mind intertwined,
By a barage of untamable thoughts,
False assumptions, rules and oughts.
They choked out my life, that pure and innocent child,
Who lost himself, and what it meant to be wild.
Free me, O God, to freely your image bear.
That my life would be filled with love, and that to live I might dare.