Controversion

I want to be it all. Rugged and penniless, pristine and secure. I need to see it all and crawl in a cave. I hold the earth dear and close, I get lost in depths never known to man. I settle restlessly. I abuse and nurture. I welcome, I repel. I forget what I've learned. I suppose it's talent, being so pliable. Then I thought I was talentless.