Shirtless, fearless and frolicking like a frog,
is there sanity in being free?
are there measures if there are no limits?
Is there any purpose in being me?


I read the paper, you read my mind
I don't have a foggiest idea
but you feel enlightened.


Scared shitless and following like dog,
between puddle and puddle,
leaping from tree to tree.
Is there any reward to be informed?
Are there seekers if there is no true find?
Where is your loyalty, young lad?
While shoeless and brave,
are your off road ideas any wiser than mine?


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