The Animal Inside Has Changed
The Animal inside has changed
Grown timid from the drugs
The light bearer gives once
I have been shaded many colors over
leaving only darkness
no color recognizable from the other
I drift through this life in my perceptual apparatus
Patiently waiting
Until I can step out and feel the wind on my skin
one last time is all I need
Set me free
this body is not my own merely a rental to house the transient soul
I need to give light
It is the duty of the soul
but my glass is dirty
Mother won’t you fix me
Clean me as you clean the house
I need you now more than ever
what’s a man with no father
no, on I march
I will see this through to the end
From the world comes great sadness
but it is from inside that I feel it
Is the world to blame for what I’ve made myself
I am not the same as I was before
The Animal inside has changed
Grown to mimic the owl out of fear
I observe but do not act
The lion in the tree is strange
why do they look at me
why do they listen to me
do they feel as I do
I sense when they watch me
I feel their thoughts revolve around my face
waiting
All I must do is speak and send them away
but they never leave
these thoughts never leave me
It is a badge I wear with shame
And they tell me cheer up
They know not that I long to fly
The Animal inside has changed
But I am Human
I shall build what is to be mine
and I shall give it away as they expect of me
Bit by bit I will sew my soul into the fabric of my time on this planet
and when it is time for me to go
I will be content in knowing
That I made something
There will be no funeral for my body
My soul will live on
Through my life
Now made eternal by those who took it from me.
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