Once upon a time a wild child is born into this plane of existance.
This is not some just some tale as it is happening all the time.
A divine spark in the flesh bursts forth from a cozy womb into the world.
The pattern of the Universe brings forth the matter of life.
a Soul, Spirit, Heart … One comes into being as a wild child
of mother nature.
The environment soon begins to discipline and
one quickly learns to adapt and though there may be traumas
like taking one’s first breath and then learning how to breathe
A natural resilience is gained by adapting and overcoming
Enter the social engineering to Transform and indoctrinate as man is a social animal
In time one’s opinion will only be a perspective and waiver from the truth
A day will come day when one shakes their head and asks
“What happened to my wild child?”
Could there be some out there?
Do you hear a voice crying out in the wilderness?