Before they got their hands on me
I was unconditioned, roaming free.
Before they taught me who to be
I was unexplored, a mystery.
I was virgin snow, unmarked, untrod,
a pristine soul with feet unshod,
before they mired my mind with rules
like all those other feckless fools.
Steve Wheeler © 26 December, 2020
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