Hour 12 Count of words

The definite boundaries
define my limitations
and give direction
two at the same time.
Intriguing yet consoling
restless yet in with solace.
It contains the wildness of my thoughts
curls up the thoughts by an inch
yet giving wings to the direction
into the path I so perceive.
do I want to be free as the bird?
I sometimes wonder
with an answer willingly
accepting in unison of my senses
I love myself but.
The directions to my stride 
seem to fade
as I let the time slip
into the hands of indiscipline
Awaiting patience
into its trance. 
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