Bound to encounter trouble
Being the king in this jungle
Made a lion for a purpose
Those ain’t my monkeys
This ain’t my circus
I don’t sleep
Nor do I eat
Amongst weak sheep
I am destined to be
Where the earth keeps
Lions to prowl freely
Seeking some direction
On the way to my exit
From this domesticated zoo
Longing to roam wild
Primal and free with Leos
That roar as loudly as I do
Poetry
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