The Wild Wind Blows

I hear it outside my window on the third floor,
Beating relentlessly at my window,
Like a savage boar
From distant tales of a continent below

In my mind I wander,
Cannot concentrate getting farther away
At simple things it takes a gander
Have to try and keep internal wildness at bay

Still I hear it beating
Beating like a drum against the fickle wall 
outside, while I'm in here a-thinking
Slightly heeding its' wild, wild call

Outside the wind it tempts me,
Wildness stirs within, caged by tamed flesh
This wildness no-one can see,
Tamed, encased in a body that acts as its' mesh