I am a wild thing and you can't control me
I may let you pet and pamper me,
I may even let you slip a collar round my neck,
if I am infatuated and drunk on the drug of love,
But don't for a moment delude yourself that
you have domesticated me,
For I eventually will feel the constraints
of your leash and knaw through the ties that bind,
and even bite the hand that feeds me,
for I will always be the wild thing that
needs to run free, that runs in the dark
and howls at the moon,
and if you treat me well and gain my trust
I will come back from my forays in the wild unknown
to seek the solace of your binds again,
until the next time the darkness calls my name.
For I am a wild thing and you can't control me,
you can only hold me for as long as I let you.