Limbo
Sometimes, I so very much hate the fact that there are other people in the world.
If only I could return to the wild, my only company the other beasts...
Then, I could run and climb and never speak.
Then, I would know not jealousy.
Then, I'd never have to use my fists again.
The wind through my hair, the sun on my face: companions perfect and true.
If only there weren't other people in the world...
Such is the Limbo I seek.
If only I could return to the wild, my only company the other beasts...
Then, I could run and climb and never speak.
Then, I would know not jealousy.
Then, I'd never have to use my fists again.
The wind through my hair, the sun on my face: companions perfect and true.
If only there weren't other people in the world...
Such is the Limbo I seek.