A drift of wild turkeys
in the field across the way.
I'm standing, staring, waiting
for those coyotes to make a play
but they never do.
So I move on.
A pack of wild children
in the field across the street
I'm standing, staring, waiting
for the bell to set them free
but it never does.
So I move on.
51 years, a child upon the Earth,
trying to find the answers
without digging in the dirt
so I'll never know.
And I'll move on.
in the field across the way.
I'm standing, staring, waiting
for those coyotes to make a play
but they never do.
So I move on.
A pack of wild children
in the field across the street
I'm standing, staring, waiting
for the bell to set them free
but it never does.
So I move on.
51 years, a child upon the Earth,
trying to find the answers
without digging in the dirt
so I'll never know.
And I'll move on.