It isn’t always easy
At times isn’t nice
If you let yourself think
Without paying the price
A stealthy lynx over passing
Villages filled with patchy ice
Seldom stopping for warmth
Instead rolling the dice of fire
That cover you and inquire
Being free isn’t easy if you
Aspire the vice that we all
Are die alone and like tattered
Entrapped mice although new
Paths of the universe follow
Intent and sacrifice I won’t
Count once and I won’t count
Twice that as long as my
Hawk has full wings I can
Dismount and travel
Where new adventures for us both
Shall now unravel
1:27am 1/9/15
by the ivory rose

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