I am a child of the wild
I take it as it comes
I run with the rejects
the relics of the past
I’m never last, I’m never first
I hide among the middle where
there is no one here to watch
I am not brilliant, I am not dumb
I use opposing thumbs to prove
I move among the people
and I don’t move too fast
no one will know, I’m a child of the wild
I keep it secret now, you ask me how
you ask me why, my life is dependent
on the fools with tools in their hands
with strange demands, so I hide there
where it is safe and sound
around the time when they can be
so cruel, I cry tears for the tame and
sane who cannot take the abuse,
the loneliness of being all alone,
weary to the bone and needing a lover
someone to cover the minutes
the hours that shower our existence,
cover the winter bone, chase away
the ghost become a host to some creature
in the wild, be the wild child and live.