but tigers can't hide their stripes, the wolves never lose sleep over the opinion of the sheep, and although you can clip a birds wings you can't cage his mind in. i can't stay in one place for too long mentally or physically. but, that never threatened you, it was rather comforting. the freedom to be and let the other be. you have to chose your constants carefully. you have to learn to differentiate your poisons from your antidotes and that a big majority of the time, all the things than can imprison you, can free you as well. you are freedom. it's freeing to me to know that you're freely mine. if anything, you are my constant. you and I, we don't let these cages contain us. we don't let the light blind us. we don't let preconceived notions shape us. i wear my stripes for you, as a reminder that i could devour you, but chose not to. you spread your wings and you fly into the horizon every night, and i, i would never try to clip them. i can only hope that you'll fly back to me every time. possibilities are as wide as the horizon, but perhaps you'll fall in love with your view of it all from a standpoint where i'm across from you. it weighs on me, the weight of the world. peoples notions of how everything should be. while solemnly, what ever will be, will be. that applies to everything. it applies to us. and the idea of it fascinates me. the theory of probability. what are the chances? what are our chances? what were the chances? i don't know. who cares, anyways? we are here today, and so are the tigers, the sheep, the wolves, the birds. we all are... some of us because we have to, others because we are free to just be. just be.