Fulfilment
Yet linger, unbidden, in others too?
Why some hearts build echoing walls,
While others soar where freedom calls?
Is it the paradox of root and sky,
To feel the earth, yet yearn to fly?
Is it the way they let it grow—
A wild, untamed, unbridled show?
To tame the mind, a life confined,
Or let it wander, raw, unaligned?
Perhaps fulfillment lies between,
The rooted depths and the wild unseen.
