When the sun starts and
I sit in my skin
With the dark land
In all that is deep within
Do I know my skin?
Do I know my within?
Without the spun light
Without the sun bright
Do I know my control?
Do I know my whole?
Self shields and pity fields
Mind wars and body chores
Soul chases and love phases
Do I know my being?
Do I know my meaning?
All that I've thought
Through conditions taught
To learn how to unguard
All that seems scarred
Do I know my worth?
Do I know my earth?
That which surrounds
From my perceptions
Is not free
That which compounds
Formed by expectations
It is me
Do I know my freedom?
Do I know my wisdom?
Beauty in the breakdown
Faith in the unknown
Is as the land flow
Forever fluid I grow
My skin
My within.
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