To walk with the wildmen in places so far flung;
singing songs of true beauty that are ever sung.
Hearing the sounds of the world that is real;
the ‘rhythm eternal’ the one that can heal.
Feeling the beat of the earth ‘neath my feet;
these all are the things my heart feels a treat.
Locked in the walls of a prison of the mind;
no locks but a door that we simply can’t find.
At times life as a prison is all that I can see;
until the bars melt and my soul is set free
to roam through the lands to magical places
where people are free with joy on their faces.
I need them sometimes, those places so wild
so I can walk once more – an innocent child.