I want to know where the wilds are found;
We’ve marked all our borders, we’ve paved all our towns.
Give me hardship and danger and deeds of great worth!
Give me space to walk on the face of this earth.
I’m sick of Associations, your Zones and your Codes.
Civilized by light and heat, we’ve forgotten the dark and the cold.
I want the reminders that these places exist, that
There’s something to fight for, something we’ve missed.
I want the thrill of discovery, the love of the new.
The crouching unknown met with brave attitudes.
Give me picture imperfect, and a map incomplete!
Give me space to explore and a future to meet.
I want to know if the wilds exist,
Or if I’m too late, and my chance I have missed.
Everything is always a Work In Progress. Space to share some of my creative projects and thoughts.
"What is Art?"
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