In the times of now lonely, when I tasted the gold painted walls,
Gave in to its call, the wild all, and still some how I fall,
Matters not if beast of tooth and nail,
Nor how fast you run, you still will fail,
Because the beast that chases with fervorous zeal,
Sees you nothing but its easy next meal,
The only way to live is to not play its game,
Wonder you wonder, what is your name?
Through the ferns mud and muck,
Can you hear that sound, no such luck?
The chase is killing you, just finally slow down,
Because if you give in, you will finally be found,
The gift of this is sweet serenity,
Surely will fall in to your sweet memory,
Because what chased, and chasing comes the fall,
Falling into the dark, running to its call,
A name, A NAME! for goodness sake,
My lips are sealed forever.