0168 Wild Things [25 January 1998]

Gallop along the hard, long plains,
Like a stallion, running, goes.
Take your time in these wide hills,
Like your highs and your lows.

Watch the many wild things fly,
Like birds upon the clouds.
Close your eyes and join them,
Forget your many doubts.

They hold true to their life,
As hard as it may seem.
But happy they are, you are not,
In cities grand you deem.

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