Lesley Rae Dowling - Wilds of Childhood

I used to deal in romantic pleasure
Now I trade in self censorship
I used to deal in delicate phrasing
Now I write what I think they want

I have a very structured rose garden
Weeds have no place in the order of things
When discipline means everything
And the mating dove is silenced

But the occasional snail moves unfettered
And the aphid moves in on its place
One can never really change it, or change things

I used to deal in fantasy and subterfuge
Now I'm only fooling myself
Wrapped in the eyes of a patient disciple
Preaching the gospel according to lies

But the occasional snail moves unfettered
And the aphid moves in on its place
One can never really change, really change things

Or is it all just a matter of ageing?
Conforming to patterns and noise
How strong must one be before she cried
Is freedom a product with strings?
Just a product of strings
Is freedom a product of strings?
Just a product of strings

Where are the wilds of childhood?
The field of wheat so friendly
The wilds of childhood
And the pieces of my personality

Written by:
Lesley Rae Dowling

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