It's Time | Poetry on Mooseymares

It’s Time

He who sleeps inside.
The eyes have opened.

Let me out, let me go.

He who slept inside.
Knocking on the door.

Let me out, let me go.

He who opened his eyes.
It is time to run now.

Let me out, let me go.

He who is suffocating.
The lungs are starving for fresh air.

Let me out, let me go.

He who cries at night.
It has been too long.

Let me out, let me go.

He who existed silently.
This life is worth living.

Let me out, let me go.

He who is breaking free.
It is time to fly.

Let him out, let him go.

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Lord Mooseling

His Holiness Lord Mooseling of The Order Of The Holy Moose. First of His Hoofprint, the Unfaltering, King of Meese, Furcon of Light, and Holy.

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