Call of the wilder nature
I can feel it
but can I understand
Given over to a
mundane decade
returns diminished in my hand
tip a dollar to the carrier
tip a dollar
to the waiter and the cook
better save a hundred
for the taxman only
have two bits for the author of the book
Still the call is getting
wilder, louder
something's singing in my heart
I could sing a hundred
Songs about love oh
sing a hundred songs about art
since I woke in a sweat
cold starving
racing pulse hands shaking
the wilder call only
keeps getting closer
with its decision I must be making
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