A thing of wild cannot be lured towards a direction they never chose. If wanting to grasp them for all they are must learn to take a walk on the wildside.
Seen coming from a mile away and no wonder are placed with a smokescreen between them. Knowing who is making the more advancement for intentions.
It's a commemoration that lasts till the celebrations get trod deep into the ground. A lifetime of joy and happiness, that memories become so old and dusted.
If to follow the correct signs they give and hear for the charming bells they ring, then will find the way no matter what crossroads are at.
There is no need to pull any strings, as they speak with the hand than the puppet anyway. And it makes others much happier knowing are doing things directly than beating around the bush.
In the forest; with that one last egg in the basket, it will be that one for doing it largely. Seeing for things more exaggerated than the others. They already hatched and out there, yet this one last egg will move mountains. Bring a presence like no other, those whom never visited before will appear. Time to finally fly the nest.
St. Luke Ch.11:V.24 " - When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest; and finding none, he saith, I will return unto my house whence I came out."
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