Spirit animal
My soul is a box of tears,
My mind is one of fears.
What touches my spirit unleashes waterfalls,
Pure energy and light reside behind those walls.
They are built with a 'what if' mentality
That rare time resembles reality.
My mind is well intended to keep me safe in the box,
My soul is curious like a firey, wild fox.
What's in these woods that calls me out at night?
Does it really want to pick a fight?
Actually, all it ever does is invite,
So my fox chooses wisely the path of delight.
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