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My world is a-spinning, I chase wild deer - For pleasure, not trophies - My conscience is clear. I chase ‘em through forests, Through grasslands and doles. I find giant craters And tiniest holes. My eyes are wide open, I hail all life, Asleep all these years... But now I’m alive! I’m ready to ponder The sense of it all. My mind doesn’t wander - This time, it’s my call. I challenge old habits - Deep-rooted they be - My deer chasing rabbits While rabbits chase me. I’m easily happy, My cry is of bliss, My tongue fires wisdom, My shots never miss. I eagerly travel Through darkness and light - All myst’ries unravelled, My troth here I plight: To battle for freedom, To fight for the poor, To champion peace, To ignore all the lures. I never will falter - My mind is my guard, My faith is my altar, My love is my God. My world is a-spinning, I’m dreaming all day. My vision a-clearing - Ill thoughts fade away. And what of the wild deer? - You might want to ask. Gone home to the Highlands, They’ve finished their task.
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Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 7:49 AM UTC
Wild Deer
My world is a-spinning, I chase wild deer - For pleasure, not trophies - My conscience is clear. I chase ‘em through forests, Through grasslands and doles. I find giant craters And tiniest holes. My eyes are wide open, I hail all life, Asleep all these years... But now I’m alive! I’m ready to ponder The sense of it all. My mind doesn’t wander - This time, it’s my call. I challenge old habits - Deep-rooted they be - My deer chasing rabbits While rabbits chase me. I’m easily happy, My cry is of bliss, My tongue fires wisdom, My shots never miss. I eagerly travel Through darkness and light - All myst’ries unravelled, My troth here I plight: To battle for freedom, To fight for the poor, To champion peace, To ignore all the lures. I never will falter - My mind is my guard, My faith is my altar, My love is my God. My world is a-spinning, I’m dreaming all day. My vision a-clearing - Ill thoughts fade away. And what of the wild deer? - You might want to ask. Gone home to the Highlands, They’ve finished their task.
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Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 7:49 AM UTC
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