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Controlled Abandon

Or perhaps it should be abandon control?
Abandon control all of you who want to 
Live an easy life, never challenging wrongs
And never working to put things right?

Perhaps you should focus on growing old
All of you who just want to see it through
And whose soundtrack is sickly love songs
And who never look beyond the light?

And then you will never realise the unspun gold
Of sunlight shafting through the undergrowth,
And never feel the wind lift your hair, frond after frond
And never relax into the deep velvet luxury of the night.

The prompt today was to take a chapter heading from a book that was linked to - I chose 'controlled abandon . . . ' and then played.

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