Naked Fool

Oh to be free of styling
Oh to be free of caring
Oh to be free of trying
Oh to be free of lying

Freedom was found

By the kiss of my love
By the licks of my dogs
By the rude pricks
By desiring the world
By yelling at the top of my lungs
By meeting all my gods and daimons
By getting it all wrong

Here before
The Sun and the Moon
Stripped naked of my appearance
What remains is freedom

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