The animals
we pretend not to be
Confiding in technology
Hiding in comforts
Spirits lying dormant
We ache to belong
Never knowing how wrong
Never understanding
that we're all composed
of the same universal song
From the Earth that inward pulls
Like the song of the last wild wolves.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
The animals
we pretend not to be
Confiding in technology
Hiding in comforts
Spirits lying dormant
We ache to belong
Never knowing how wrong
Never understanding
that we're all composed
of the same universal song
From the Earth that inward pulls
Like the song of the last wild wolves.
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