John Leon - The Wilderness

Grasp with outstretched hands,
These unmanned reins
And lash with leather waves
The beast at the end of your leash
Direct it which ever way you choose,
Less you'll be dragged along to destinations unknown
And unwarranted
This dirt, peasant paved path
We find ourselves on
Is an unsettling ride
And these wheels roll along it
Not so steadily and sleek
But acquaint yourself with it,
And keep upon this track
For the wilderness is thrice as rough,
And to enter
Is to never come back

John Leon

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