Wild Heart

Dress me up in stylish clothes

to gain the attention of those who do not care.

Impress her, impress him,

oh my, the silliness is in the air.

My heart’s despair,

hit’s my ribcage

and plays xylophone,

then it calls my name,

but the dial tone,

is too loud,

and I can’t use my senses to the best of their ability.

My wild heart loves the chaos,

but also loves stability.

Sometimes my heart swims effortlessly in the instability,

but maybe if I tell it to calm down then it will agree.

Not true.

Because as I reflect, and talk to myself in the form of a soliloquy,

I realize I’m the peacock all grown up

that the world has taught humility.

But why humble myself

in a world that’s so finnicky?

I should be proud to be me,

and not my own worst enemy.

So go on my wild heart,

I’ve decided to set you free.