I Think We Are All Wild Inside
it is not easy being human. nothing is ever simple. despite our best intentions and wishes to be a certain person and a certain way to those we love and hold most dear. We always end up making some kind of mess of it. for we are always left at the end of the day with who we really are. and in my opinion we are always wild inside. barely are we daily contained by all the laws and rules of our society, social morays, or inter relational pressures we continuously endure for the supposed betterment of all. but always we remain wild inside and full of untamed desires, that claw and gnaw at our hearts giving us great throws of pleasure and sorrow as they try and rip and tear their way free into reality. it seems dreams and fantasies are never content to just stay that way any more than a captured animal is content to stay in a cage. for no matter what restraints and chains you or anyone else have fashioned for yourself, and no matter how pretty they often seem, or how elaborately you have managed to decorate your personal cage, you are wild inside; waiting for the right moment when the defenses are at their weakest to break free to do and be as we truly please.