The Siren

When I was young but grown
I leapt to see the world on my own
Where ever I went
Whatever I could get
The seeds of my future were to be sewn

On my own I had unlimited discretion
For the first time I could hoard possessions
Everything open
In autonomous light
No bounds could force my discretion

And at a start I glanced to see
A path too simply clear for me
I caught my course
I took it quick
I mused in gratitude and glee

The prize I found was pure pristine!
All aspects of it glistening!
Her gaze was strong
Her touch a crave
She took me to life’s early grave

Art Credit: Briana Baxter 

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